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Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. In Memoriam. vi.

And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire. ibid. It.

And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.1 ibid, xviii.

I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. Ibid. xxi.

The shadow cloaked from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. Ibid, xxiii.

And Thought leaped out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. Ibid.

T is better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.

Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form.

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 Procuress to the Lords of Hell. Ibid. lii.

0 yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. Ibid. liii.

1 Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. Page 119.

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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. In Memoriam. lili.

So careful of the type she seems. So careless of the single life. ibid. It.

The great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God. ibid.

Who battled for the True, the Just. Ibid. lv.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,

And breasts the blows of circumstance. Ibid. Ixiii.

And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. Ibid.

So many worlds, so much to do,

So little done, such things to be. Ibid, lxzii.

Thy leaf has perished in the green. Ibid. Ixxiv.

There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. Ibid. xcv.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky. Ibid. cv.

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ibid.

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.

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. Ibid. And thus he bore without abuse

The grand old name of gentleman,

Defamed by every charlatan, And soiled with all ignoble use. In Mtmoriam. ex.

Some novel power Sprang up forever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much, In watching thee from hour to hour. Ibid. cxi.

Large elements in order brought,

And tracts of calm from tempest made,

And world-wide fluctuation swayed

In vassal tides that followed thought. Ibid.

One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. Ibid. Conclusion.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.

Maud. i. 5.

That jewelled mass of millinery,

That oiled and curled Assyrian Bull. Ibid. v. 6.

Ah Christ, that it were possible

For one short hour to see

The souls we loved, that they might tell us

What and where they be. Ibid. xxvi. s.

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever. The Brook.

Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.

O good gray head which all men knew. Ibid. Tennyson. — RICHARDS. — TUPPER. 555

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew!

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.

In that fierce light which beats upon ll throne.

Idylls of the King. Dedication.

It is the little rift within the lute,

That by and by will make the music mute,

And ever widening slowly silence all. Vivien.

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die. Charge of the Light Brigade.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them. Ibid.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,

That codeless myriad of precedent,

That wilderness of single instances. Aylmer's Field.

AMELIA B. Richards.

The martial airs of England

Encircle still the earth. The Martial Airs of England.

MARTIN F. TUPPER. 1810-

A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

of Education.

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. Of Immortality. 556 MILLER. — SEARS. —POE.

WILLIAM MILLER. 1810-1872.

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,

Up-stairs and doun-stairs, in his nichfc-goun,

Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,

"Are the weans in their bed, for it's now ten o'clock?"

Willie Winkie.

EDMUND H. SEARS. 1810-1876.

Calm on the listening ear of night

Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far

Her flood plains. Chrutmai Song.

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old. The Angels' Song.

EDGAR A. POE. 1811-1849.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. The Raven.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." ibid.

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — Nevermore! Ibid.

To the glory that was Greece

And the grandeur that was Rome. To Heltn.

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