“ Boldly they rode and well,Into the jaws of Death,Into the mouth of hell. ”
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
~ Alfred Tennyson
It is better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.
Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy laughter,The delight of low replies.
