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Insipid as the queen upon a card.
Aylmer's Field (1864)
The noonday quiet holds the hill.
Œnone (1832)
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
Gone—flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame
WISDOM, a name to shake
All evil dreams of power — a sacred name.
The Poet (1830)
Be patient. Our Playwright may show
In some fifth act what this wild Drama means.
And I too talk, and lose the touch
I talk of. Surely, after all,
The noblest answer unto such
Is kindly silence when they brawl.
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, whate'er he be,
And sing the songs he loved to hear.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
Tears, Idle Tears (1850)
Here comes to-day
Pallas and Aphrodite, claiming each
This meed of fairest.
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheeked
In a shallop of crystal ivory-beaked.
As some divinely gifted man,
Whose life in low estate began,
And on a simple village green;
Who breaks his birth's invidious bar.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
O sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,
Be sometimes lovely, like a bride,
And put thy harsher moods aside,
If thou wilt have me wise and good.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
Come, Time, and teach me many years,
I do not suffer in dream;
For now so strange do these things seem,
Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
"And in that hope, dear soul, let trouble have rest,
Knowing I tarry for thee," and pointed to Mars,
As he glow’d like a ruddy shield on the Lion’s breast.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars
The Princess (1847)
One still strong man in a blatant land.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
Yonder cloud
That rises upward always higher,
And onward drags a laboring breast,
And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)