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He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent
its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Locksley Hall. Line 49. This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
Line 75. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
Line 79. With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Line 94. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
Line 105. Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Line 117. Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing pur
pose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Line 137. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Line 141. I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Line 168. I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Line 178. Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
Line 182. Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Line 184. I waited for the train at Coventry ; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
1 See Longfellow, page 618.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinerere.
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
To after reading a Life and Letters.
Break, break, break.
Rich in saving common-sense,
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4. Oh good gray head which all men knew!
That tower of strength
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
And never lost an English gun. Stanza 6.
All in the valley of death
The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1.
Into the jaws of death,
Stanza 3. That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of
lies; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought
with outright; But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
The Grandmother. Stanza 8.
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
The Daisy. Stanza 1. 1 Jaws of death. SHAKESPEARE: Twelfth Night, act iii. sc. 4. Du BARTas : Weekes and Workes, day i. part 4.
So dear a life your arms enfold,
The Daisy. Stanza 24.
He that runs may read.'
For all have got the seed. The Flower.
Idylls of the King. Dedication.
Ibid. Merlin and Vivien.
Ibid. Launcelot and Elaine.
The Passing of Arthur. I am going a long way With these thou seëst — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Ibid. With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess. Prologue. Line 141. A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
Part i. Line 153. 1 See Cowper, page 422.
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
The Princess. Part ii. Line 355. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying.
Part iii. Line 352.
They faint on hill or field or river:
forever and forever.
Line 360. There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
Part iv. Line 1.
Unto dying eyes
Sweet is every sound,
Part vii. Line 203.