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Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

To George Sand. A Desire. By thunders of white silence. Hiram Powers's Greek Slare.

And that dismal cry rose slowly

And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy

And eternity's despair;
And they heard the words it said,
“ Pan is dead ! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead !”1

The Dead Pan.
Death forerunneth Love to win
“Sweetest eyes were ever seen.”

Catarina to Camoens. ix.
She has seen the mystery hid
Under Egypt's pyramid :
By those eyelids pale and close
Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

Little Maltie. Stanza ii.

But so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon

her unaware.

Bianca among the Nightingales. xii. God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in ’t.

Aurora Leigh. Book ii. The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech : It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.

Book o.

1 Thamus uttered with a loud voice his message, “The great Pan is dead.” – PLUTARCH: Why the Oracles cease to give Answers.


I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free.

Speech, June 16, 1858. Let us have faith that right makes might; and in that faith let us dare to do our duty as we understand it.

Address, New York City, Feb. 21, 1859. In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the free, — honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve.

Second Annual Message to Congress, Dec. 1, 1862. That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."

Speech at Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863. With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.?

Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865.

CHARLES DARWIN. 1809-1882.

I have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term Natural Selection.

The Origin of Species. Chap. iii. We will now discuss in a little more detail the Struggle for Existence.

Ibid. The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival of the Fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally convenient."


1 See Daniel Webster, page 532. 2 See J. Q. Adams, page 458.

3 The perpetual struggle for room and food. – MALTHUB: On Population, chap. iii. p. 48 (1798).

4 This survival of the fittest which I have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called “natural selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life." - HERBERT SPENCER : Principles of Biology. Indirect Equilibration.


(From the edition of 1884.)
This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base. To the Queere.
And statesmen at her council met

Who knew the seasons, when to take

Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Broad based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.

For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Recollections of the Arabian Nights.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.

The Poet.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

The Two Voices. Stanza crarii. Across the walnuts and the wine.

The Miller's Daughter. O love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.1

Fatima. Stanza 3. Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Enone.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

1bid. I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. The Palace of Art.

Her manners had not that repose
Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5.

i See Marlowe, page 41.

From yon

blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife 1 Smile at the claims of long descent.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,

'T is only noble to be good.?
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.


You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother

dear; To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New

Year, Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest


For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o'the May.

The May Queen.
Ah, why
Should life all labour be ?

The Lotus-Eaters. iv.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.

A Dream of Fair Women. Stanza xxii.

To J. S.

God gives us love. Something to love

He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve

Falls off, and love is left alone.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace !

Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,

And the great ages onward roll.


1 This line stands in Moxon's edition of 1842,

“The gardener Adam and his wife,”. and has been restored by the author in his edition of 1873.

2 See Chapman, page 37. 3 See Pope, page 340.

Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!

Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;

Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. To J. S. More black than ash-buds in the front of March.

The Gardener's Daughter.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel ? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts ;
Or all the same as if he had not been ? Love and Duty.

The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
The set, gray life, and apathetic end.

Ah, when shall all men's good
Be each man's rule, and universal peace
Lie like a shaft of light across the land,
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro' all the circle of the golden year ?

The Golden Year.
I am a part of all that I have met.1

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use,
As tho' to breathe were life!

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

Ibid. Here at the quiet limit of the world. Tithonus. In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd

dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Locksley Hall. Line 19. 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.

Line 33.

1 See Byron, page 543.

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