Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever. The Princess. Part ii. Line 356, Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! Part iii. Line 352. O Love! they die in yon rich sky, And grow forever and forever. Line 360. Part iv. Line 1. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. The casement slowly grows a glimmering square. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Happy he Line 21. Line 33. Line 36. Part vii. Line 203. With such a mother! faith in womankind Line 308. Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null. That jewell'd mass of millinery, Gorgonized me from head to foot, With a stony British stare. Come into the garden, Maud, Maud. Part i. ii. vi. Stanza 6. xiii. Stanza 2. For the black bat, night, has flown; I am here at the gate alone. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see cxii. Stanza 1. Stanza 9. The souls we loved, that they might tell us Let knowledge grow from more to more. Part ii. iv. Stanza 3. In Memoriam. Prologue. Line 25. 1 I held it truth, with him who sings 1 Never morning wore And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire. 1 The poet alluded to is Goethe. I know this from Lord Tennyson himself, although he could not identify the passage; and when I submitted to him a small book of mine on his marvellous poem, he wrote, "It is Goethe's creed," on this very passage. - Rev. Dr. GETTY (vicar of Ecclesfield, York. shire). 2 See Longfellow, page 616. And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. "T is better to have loved and lost Stanza 2. Stanza 4. Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. Hold thou the good; define it well; For fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark, and be Oh yet we trust that somehow good But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry. So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life. The great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God. Who battled for the True, the Just. 1 See Shakespeare, page 144. ælviii. Stanza 4. liii. Stanza 4. liv. Stanza 1. Stanza 5. lv. Stanza 2. Stanz 4. Ivi. Stanza 5. 2 I sing but as the linnet sings. — GOETHE: Wilhelm Meister, book ii chap. xi. 8 See Crabbe, page 444. And grasps the skirts of happy chance, In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2. And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be. Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And while we breathe beneath the sun, The world, which credits what is done, Is cold to all that might have been. O last regret, regret can die! There lives more faith in honest doubt, Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in! Stanza 5. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; And thus he bore without abuse Stanza 7. Stanza 8. cxi. Stanza 6 Some novel power Sprang up forever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much In watching thee from hour to hour. In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 3. Large elements in order brought, Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower. One God, one law, one element, Stanza 4. Conclusion. Stanza 10. Stanza 36. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES (LORD But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills. Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. Stanza 2. Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares. The Men of Old. A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet. I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. The beating of my own heart Ibid. The Brookside. Ibid |