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A saviour of the silver-coasted isle.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
Ulysses (1842)
Where God and Nature met in light.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise,
One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll’d;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,
Brow-bound with burning gold.
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am I your debtor?"
And the Lord—"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can,
And then I will let you a better."
By an Evolutionist; Reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
The splash and stir
Of fountains spouted up and showering down
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose:
And all about us peal'd the nightingale,
Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare.
The Princess (1847)
Seeing, I saw not, hearing not, I heard.
Tho', if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I spake as having seen.
The Princess (1847)
Red of the Dawn
Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when shall we lay
The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
O young Mariner,
You from the haven
Under the sea-cliff,
You that are watching
The gray Magician
With eyes of wonder,
I am Merlin,
And I am dying,
I am Merlin
Who follow The Gleam.
My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone.
Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight
Morte D'Arthur (1842)
* * Sighs
Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance,
Stole from her sister Sorrow.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
...none can truly write his single day,
And none can write it for him upon earth.
[I]t becomes no man to nurse despair,
But in the teeth of clench'd antagonisms
To follow up the worthiest till he die.
The Princess: a Medley (1847)
Goodnight! for we shall never bid again
Goodmorrow — Dark my doom was here, and dark
It will be there. I see thee now no more.
A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
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; A Monodrama (1855)
Of old sat Freedom on the heights
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights;
She heard the torrents meet.
O eyes long laid in happy sleep!
O happy sleep, that lightly fled!
O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!
O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!
The Day-Dream (1842)
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law —
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek'd against his creed —
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)