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Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle,
Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
Amours de Voyage (1858)
No graven images may be
Worshipped, except the currency.
Be but faithful, that is all;
Go right on, and close behind thee
There shall follow still and find thee
Help, sure help.
There is a great Field-Marshal, my friend, who arrays our battalions;
Let us to Providence trust, and abide and work in our stations.
The Bothie of Toper-na-fuosich (1848)
As ships becalmed at eve, that lay
With canvas drooping, side by side,
Two towers of sail, at dawn of day
Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried.
Each for himself is still the rule
We learn it when we go to school—
The devil take the hindmost, O!
“There is no God,” the wicked saith,
“And truly it’s a blessing,
For what He might have done with us
It’s better only guessing.”
The grave man, nicknamed Adam.
The Bothie of Toper-na-fuosich (1848)
So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone,
I with my secret self held communing of mine own.
This world is bad enough, may-be;
We do not comprehend it;
But in one fact can all agree
God won't, and we can't mend it.
Dipsychus (1862)
Afloat; we move. Delicious! Ah,
What else is like the gondola?
Dipsychus (1862)
Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie.
So pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!
So pleasant it is to have money.
Dipsychus (1862)
Our ills are worse than at their ease
These blameless happy souls suspect,
They only study the disease,
Alas, who live not to detect.
Honour thy parents; that is, all
From whom advancement may befall:
Thou shalt not kill; but need’st not strive
Officiously to keep alive.
Think where we are. Carlyle has led us all into the desert, and he has left us there.
Trust me, I’ve read your German sage
To far more purpose e’er than you did;
You find it in his wisest page,
Whom God deludes is well deluded.
Dipsychus (1862)
Loving—if the answering breast
Seem not to be thus possessed,
Still in hoping have a care;
If it do, beware, beware!
But if in yourself you find it,
Above all things—mind it, mind it!
I drive through the streets, and I care not a d-mn;
The people they stare, and they ask who I am;
And if I should chance to run over a cad,
I can pay for the damage if ever so bad.
Dipsychus (1862)
I do not like being moved: for the will is excited; and action
Is a most dangerous thing; I tremble for something factitious,
Some malpractice of heart and illegitimate process;
We are so prone to these things, with our terrible notions of duty.
Amours de Voyage (1858)