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Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
Maud. Part i. ii. That jewell’d mass of millinery, That oil'd and curl'd Assyrian Bull.
vi. Stanza 6. Gorgonized me from head to foot,
With a stony British stare. xiii. Stanza 2.
For the black bat, night, has flown;
I am here at the gate alone. xxii. Stanza 1. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. Stanza 9.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
What and where they be. Part ii. iv. Stanza 3. Let knowledge grow from more to more.
In Memoriam. Prologue. Line 25. I held it truth, with him who sings 1
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.?
i. Stanza 1. But for the unquiet heart and brain
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
vi. Stanza 2. And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire.
xv. Stanza 5.
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, Yorkshire).
2 See Longfellow, page 616.
And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.1 In Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1.
I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.”
xxi. Stanza 6. The shadow cloak'd from head to foot. x.cii. Stanza 1. Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
Stanza 2. And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. Stanza 4.
'T is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.3
ärvii. Stanza 4. Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. xxxii. Stanza 1.
Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form.
xxxiii. Stanza 1. Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. xlviii. Stanza 4. Hold thou the good ; define it well;
For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
lui. Stanza 4. Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
liv. Stanza 1. But what am I? An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Stanza 5. So careful of the type she
seems, So careless of the single life.
lv. Stanza 2. The great world's altar-stairs, That slore through darkness up to God.
Stanza 4. Who battled for the True, the Just.
lvi. Stanza 5.
1 See Shakespeare, page 144.
2 I sing but as the linnet sings. – GOETHE: Wilhelm Meister, book ii. chap. ci.
8 See Crabbe, page 441.
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.
Stanza 3. So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be.
lxxiii. Stanza 1. 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.
lxxv. Stanza 4. O last regret, regret can die !
licxriü. Stanza 5. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
xcri. Stanza 3. He seems so near, and yet so far.
xcrii. Stanza 6. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
Stanza 1. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow !
Stanza 2. 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;
Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace !
Stanza 7. Ring in the valiant man and free,
The eager heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be !
Stanza 8. And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan, And soild with all ignoble use.
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. crii. Stanza 3. Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway'd, In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
Stanza 4. Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower. Conclusion. Stanza 10.
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event
RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES (LORD
But on and up, where Nature's heart
Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. Stanza 2.
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares. The Men of Old.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 1809–
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
Set every threadbare sail,
The Cambridge Churchyard.
In their bloom ;
The Last Leaf.
At him here;
To an Insect.
From some infernal clime,
And dock the tail of Rhyme,