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The doctrine of Shakespeare, where it is not vaguer, is darker in its implication of injustice, in its acceptance of accident, than the impression of the doctrine of Æschylus.
The Age of Shakespeare (1908)
Though our works
Find righteous or unrighteous judgment, this
At least is ours, to make them righteous.
Marino Faliero (1885)
Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold,
A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
This
I ever held worse than all certitude,
To know not what the worst ahead might be.
I shall remember while the light lives yet
And in the night time I shall not forget.
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
Till life forget and death remember,
Till thou remember and I forget.
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
Ah beautiful passionate body
That never has ached with a heart!
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.
Poems and Ballads: Second Series (1878)
At the door of life, by the gate of breath,
There are worse things waiting for men than death;
Death could not sever my soul and you,
As these have severed your soul from me.
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
A crown and justice? Night and day
Shall first be yoked together.
Marino Faliero (1885)
Make thine eyes wide and give God wondering thanks
That grace like ours is given thee — thou shalt bear
Part of our praise for ever.
Marino Faliero (1885)
No heart shall beat, no foot shall press, no hand
Strain, strive, and strike with steadier will than mine
And faith more strenuous toward the purpose.
Marino Faliero (1885)
Change in a trice
The lilies and languors of virtue
For the raptures and roses of vice.
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?
A Century of Roundels (1883)
The sweetest flowers in all the world—
A baby's hands.
A Century of Roundels (1883)
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death.
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)
Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name.
My breasts were lordlier than bright swans.
I have put my days and dreams out of mind,
Days that are over, dreams that are done.
Though we seek life through, we shall surely find
There is none of them clear to us now, not one.
Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866)