“I sometimes hold it half a sinTo put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within.But, for the unquiet heart and brain,A use in measured language lies;The sad mechanic exercise,Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold:But that large grief which these enfoldIs given in outline and no more.In Memoriam A.H.H. Section 5”

“I sometimes find it half a sin,To put to words the grief i feel,For words like nature,half reveal,and half conceal the soul within,”

“In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold”

“For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within.”

“Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.”

“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.”

“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.”