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Evangeline. Part i. 3.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[616-1]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![616-2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616-3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616-4]
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This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base.
To the Queen.
And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.
To the Queen.
Broad based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
To the Queen.
For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Recollections of the Arabian Nights.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.
The Poet.
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
The Two Voices. Stanza cxxvii.
Across the walnuts and the wine.
The Miller's Daughter.
O love! O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.[623:1]
Fatima. Stanza 3.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,β
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Εnone.
Because right is right, to follow right
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Εnone.
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
The Palace of Art.
Her manners had not that repose
Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5.
[624]
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife[624:1]
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'T is only noble to be good.[624:2]
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,β
Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;
For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be queen o' the May.
The May Queen.
Ah, why
Should life all labour be?
The Lotus-Eaters. iv.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.[624:3]
A Dream of Fair Women. Stanza xxii.
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.
To J. S.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
To J. S.
[625]
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
To J. S.
More black than ash-buds in the front of March.
The Gardener's Daughter.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
Love and Duty.
The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
Love and Duty.
Ah, when shall all men's good
Be each man's rule, and universal peace
Lie like a shaft of light across the land,
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
The Golden Year.
I am a part of all that I have met.[625:1]
Ulysses.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use,β
As tho' to breathe were life!
Ulysses.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
Ulysses.
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
Tithonus.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Locksley Hall. Line 19.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Locksley Hall. Line 33.
[626]
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Locksley Hall. Line 49.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.[626:1]
Locksley Hall. Line 75.
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
Locksley Hall. Line 79.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Locksley Hall. Line 94.
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
Locksley Hall. Line 105.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Locksley Hall. Line 117.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Locksley Hall. Line 137.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Locksley Hall. Line 141.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Locksley Hall. Line 168.
I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Locksley Hall. Line 178.
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
Locksley Hall. Line 182.
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Locksley Hall. Line 184.
I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped
The city's ancient legend into this.
Godiva.
[627]
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.
And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
The Day-Dream. The Departure, iv.
We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.
L'Envoi.
As she fled fast through sun and shade
The happy winds upon her play'd,
Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.
For now the poet cannot die,
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.
To ββ, after reading a Life and Letters.
But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break.
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Break, break, break.
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
The Brook.
Mastering the lawless science of our law,β
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.
Aylmer's Field.
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
Oh good gray head which all men knew!
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
[628]
That tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
For this is England's greatest son,
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 6.
Not once or twice in our rough-island story
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 8.
All in the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1.
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 2.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them.
β.βββ.βββ.βββ.
Into the jaws of death,[628:1]
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 3.
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
The Grandmother. Stanza 8.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
The Daisy. Stanza 1.
[629]
So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.
The Daisy. Stanza 24.
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.[629:1]
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
The Flower.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
Idylls of the King. Dedication.
It is the little rift within the lute
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
Idylls of the King. Merlin and Vivien.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Idylls of the King. Launcelot and Elaine.
The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
The Passing of Arthur.
I am going a long way
With these thou seΓ«stβif indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)β
To the island-valley of Avilion,
Where falls not hail or rain or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
The Passing of Arthur.
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess. Prologue. Line 141.
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
The Princess. Part i. Line 153.
[630]
Jewels five-words-long,
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle forever.
The Princess. Part ii. Line 355.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
The Princess. Part iii. Line 352.
O Love! they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
The Princess. Part iii. Line 360.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
The Princess. Part iv. Line 1.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
The Princess.
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