Emotions and Feelings

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

 

But what am I?

 

But what am I?

 

Oh yet we trust that somehow good

 

’Tis better to have loved and lost

 

To the island-valley of Avilion;

 

More things are wrought by prayer

 

Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.

 

He clasps the crag with crookèd hands;

 

O Love, O fire! once he drew

 

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’

 

Half a league, half a league,

 

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

 

A plague o’ both your houses!

 

No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve.

 

I am the very pink of courtesy.

 

Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow.

 

O! for a falconer’s voice,

 

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden.

 

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

 

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

 

O! then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you …

 

Had I but served my God with half the zeal

 

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;