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

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

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

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

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

“Maud in the light of her youth and her grace,Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die,Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean,And myself so languid and base.”