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Unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.
The Princess. Part iv. Line 33.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,โ
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.
Oh death in life, the days that are no more!
The Princess. Part iv. Line 36.
Sweet is every sound,
Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
The Princess. Part vii. Line 203.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
The Princess. Part vii. Line 308.
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Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
Maud. Part i. ii.
That jewell'd mass of millinery,
That oil'd and curl'd Assyrian Bull.
Maud. Part i. vi. Stanza 6.
Gorgonized me from head to foot,
With a stony British stare.
Maud. Part i. xiii. Stanza 2.
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown;
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone.
Maud. Part i. xxii. Stanza 1.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Maud. Part i. xxii. Stanza 9.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
Maud. Part ii. iv. Stanza 3.
Let knowledge grow from more to more.
In Memoriam. Prologue. Line 25.
I held it truth, with him who sings[631:1]
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.[631:2]
In Memoriam. i. Stanza 1.
But for the unquiet heart and brain
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
In Memoriam. v. Stanza 2.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
In Memoriam. vi. Stanza 2.
And topples round the dreary west
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
In Memoriam. xv. Stanza 5.
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And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.[632:1]
In Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1.
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.[632:2]
In Memoriam. xxi. Stanza 6.
The shadow cloak'd from head to foot.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 1.
Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 2.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 4.
'T is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.[632:3]
In Memoriam. xxvii. Stanza 4.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
In Memoriam. xxxii. Stanza 1.
Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
In Memoriam. xxxiii. Stanza 1.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.
In Memoriam. xlviii. Stanza 4.
Hold thou the good; define it well;
For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
In Memoriam. liii. Stanza 4.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill.
In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1.
But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.
In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5.
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.
In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 2.
The great world's altar-stairs,
That slope through darkness up to God.
In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 4.
Who battled for the True, the Just.
In Memoriam. lvi. Stanza 5.
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And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2.
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3.
So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be.
In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1.
Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,
And while we breathe beneath the sun,
The world, which credits what is done,
Is cold to all that might have been.
In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4.
O last regret, regret can die!
In Memoriam. lxxviii. Stanza 5.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
In Memoriam. xcvi. Stanza 3.
He seems so near, and yet so far.
In Memoriam. xcvii. Stanza 6.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 1.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 2.
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 5.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 7.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be!
In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 8.
And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan,
And soil'd with all ignoble use.
In Memoriam. cxi. Stanza 6.
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Some novel power
Sprang up forever at a touch,
And hope could never hope too much
In watching thee from hour to hour.
In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 3.
Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway'd,
In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 4.
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 10.
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event
To which the whole creation moves.
In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 36.
[623:1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[624:1] This line stands in Moxon's edition of 1842,โ
"The gardener Adam and his wife,"โ
and has been restored by the author in his edition of 1873.
[624:2] See Chapman, page 37.
[624:3] See Pope, page 340.
[625:1] See Byron, page 543.
[626:1] See Longfellow, page 618.
[628:1] Jaws of death.โShakespeare: Twelfth Night, act iii. sc. 4. Du Bartas: Weekes and Workes, day i. part 4.
[629:1] See Cowper, page 422.
[631:1] The poet alluded to is Goethe. I know this from Lord Tennyson himself, although he could not identify the passage; and when I submitted to him a small book of mine on his marvellous poem, he wrote, "It is Goethe's creed," on this very passage.โRev. Dr. Getty (vicar of Ecclesfield, Yorkshire).
[631:2] See Longfellow, page 616.
[632:1] See Shakespeare, page 144.
[632:2] I sing but as the linnet sings.โGoethe: Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. xi.
[632:3] See Crabbe, page 444.
RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES (LORD HOUGHTON).โโ1809-1885.But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. Stanza 2.
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
The Men of Old.
A man's best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.
The Men of Old.
I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
The Brookside.
The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
The Brookside.
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OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.โโ1809- โโ.Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky.
Old Ironsides.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
Old Ironsides.
Like sentinel and nun, they keep
Their vigil on the green.
The Cambridge Churchyard.
The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom;
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb.
The Last Leaf.
I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches, and all that,
Are so queer!
The Last Leaf.
Thou say'st an undisputed thing
In such a solemn way.
To an Insect.
Their discords sting through Burns and Moore,
Like hedgehogs dressed in lace.
The Music-Grinders.
You think they are crusaders sent
From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of sentiment
And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody
And break the legs of Time.
The Music-Grinders.
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And since, I never dare to write
As funny as I can.
The Height of the Ridiculous.
When the last reader reads no more.
The Last Reader.
The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
Poetry, a Metrical Essay.
'T is the heart's current lends the cup its glow,
Whate'er the fountain whence the draught may flow.
A Sentiment.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.
And when you stick on conversation's burrs,
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.
A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.
Thine eye was on the censer,
And not the hand that bore it.
Lines by a Clerk.
Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!
The Poet's Lot.
A few can touch the magic string,
And noisy Fame is proud to win them;
Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them!
The Voiceless.
O hearts that break and give no sign
Save whitening lip and fading tresses!
The Voiceless.
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
The Chambered Nautilus.
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