“Never, oh! never, nothing will die;The stream flows,The wind blows,The cloud fleets,The heart beats,Nothing will die.”

“There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath beenThe stillness of the central sea.The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands,Like clouds they shape themselves and go.”

“Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die”

“Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”

“Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why,Theirs but to do and die.”

“Sooner or later I too may passively take the printOf the golden age--why not? I have neither hope nor trust;May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes and dust.”

“My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.”