Life and Existence

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

 

For though from out our bourne of time and place

 

For though from out our bourne of time and place

 

Sunset and evening star,

 

For men may come and men may go,

 

For men may come and men may go,

 

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

 

The Church’s one foundation

 

Seal with a righteous kiss

 

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

 

Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

I shall fall

 

I shall fall

 

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to

 

Consideration like an angel came,

 

But there are moments which he calls his own,

 

Often when I pray I wonder if I am not posting letters to a non-existent address.

 

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

 

We have trained them [men] to think of the Future as a promised land which favoured heroes attain—not as something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.