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On the lecture slate
The circle rounded under female hands
With flawless demonstration.
The Princess (1847)
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith.
The Ancient Sage (1885)
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breath were life.
Ulysses (1842)
He never sold the truth to serve the hour,
Nor paltered with Eternal God for power.
The night comes on that knows not morn,
When I shall cease to be all alone,
To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
When in the down I sink my head,
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
That tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington (1852)
A breath that fleets beyond this iron world
And touches him who made it.
The Fame that follows death is nothing to us;
And what is Fame in life but half-disfame,
And counterchanged with darkness?
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
O we fell out, I know not why,
And kiss'd again with tears.
The Princess (1847)
Foremost captain of his time,
Rich in saving common sense.
O, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will
Defects of doubt and taints of blood.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)
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 (1842)
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea.
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.
Thou bringest * * *
* * letters unto trembling hands.
In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)