For I say this is death and the sole death, –
When a man's loss comes to him from his gain,
Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance,
And lack of love from love made manifest.

A Death in the Desert

Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,
Not God's, and not the beasts: God is, they are;
Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

The ultimate, angels' law,

Indulging every instinct of the soul
There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing!

How sad and bad and mad it was!

But then, how it was sweet!

Ibid

Ibid

Con_fessions. iz.

So may a glory from defect arise. Deaf and Dumb.

This could but have happened once,

And we missed it, lost it forever.

Youth and Art. ævii.

Fear death?

to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old;

Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
Of pain, darkness, and cold.

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce;

It's fitter being sane than mad.

Prospice.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That after Last returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once prove accurst.
Apparent Failure, vä.

In the great right of an excessive wrong.

The Ring and the Book. The other Half-Rome. Line 1055.

Was never evening yet

But seemed far beautifuller than its day.

The Ring and the Book. Pompilia. Line 357. The curious crime, the fine

Felicity and flower of wickedness.

Of what I call God,

And fools call Nature.

Ibid. The Pope. Line 590.

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet
And master and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph?

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good
Compensate bad in man, absolve him so:
Life's business being just the terrible choice.

It is the glory and good of Art
That Art remains the one way possible

Line 1073

Line 1185.

Line 1236.

Of speaking truth,to mouths like mine, at least.

1

Ibid. The Book and the Ring. Line 842.

Thy rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised)
Linking our England to his Italy.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

Line 873.

Balaustion's Adventure.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed, —
As, God be thanked! I do not.

The Inn Album. iv.

Have you found your life distasteful?
My life did, and does, smack sweet.
Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?
Mine I saved and hold complete.
Do your joys with age diminish?
When mine fail me, I'll complain.
Must in death your daylight finish?
My sun sets to rise again.

At the Mermaid." Stanza 10

1 Mrs. Browning

"With this same key

Shakespeare unlocked his heart "1

once more!

Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach

House. z

Delinquency.2

CHARLES DICKENS. 1812-1870.

Cenciaja.

A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,

That creepeth o'er ruins old!

Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,

In his cell so lone and cold.

Creeping where no life is seen,

A rare old plant is the ivy green.

Chap. i.

He's tough, ma'am, - tough is J. B.; tough and devil ish sly.

When found, make a note of.

Dombey and Son. Chap. vii.

Chap. z.

The bearings of this observation lays in the applica

tion on it.

Barkis is willin'.

Chap. xxiii.

Darid Copperfield. Chap..

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips, especially prunes and prison.

Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chup. t. Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW NOT to do it.

Chap.

In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.

1 See Wordsworth, page 485.

Christmas Carol. Stave 2. 206.

2 See Herbert, page

CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH. 1813-

Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach

What unto themselves was taught.

We are spirits clad in veils;

Man by man was never seen;

Stanzas

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,

The protest of the weak against the strong.

The Sorrowful World.

CHARLES MACKAY.

1814

Cleon hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a palace, — in a cottage I.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,
As round and round we run;

And the truth shall ever come uppermost,
And justice shall be done.

Cleon and I.

Eternal Justice. Stanza 4.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;
Aid it, hopes of honest men!

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's
Where the shrill winds whistle free.

There's a good time coming, boys!
A good time coming.

1 See Crabbe, page 444.

Clear the Way.

foam,

Some love to roam.

The Good Time coming.

ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER. 1816–1841.

I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;
I woke, and found that life was Duty.
Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;
And thou shalt find thy dream to be
A truth and noonday light to thee.

Life a Duty

PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. 1816–.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things, God.

Festus. Scene, A Country Torn.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

Scene, Another and a Better World.

America! half-brother of the world!

With something good and bad of every land.

Scene, The Surface

ELIZA COOK. 1817-—

I love it, I love it, and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?

The Old Arm-Chatr

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When memory plays an old tune on the heart! Old Dobbin.