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Gorgonised me from head to foot,
With a stony British stare.
Source: Maud, pt....
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly...
For now I see the true old times are dead,
When every morning brought a noble chance,
And every chance brought...
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew
From the nations' airy navies grappling in the...
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
Source: Idylls of the King, 'Lancelot and...
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood.
Source:...
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
Source: In Memoriam, 32 (Note: the stanza...
God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Source: The Village of Sin, 3; also last...
Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The...
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-haired shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the...
God made the woman for the man,
And for the good and increase of the world.
Hold thou the good: define it well:
For fear divine philosophy
Should push beyond her mark and be
Procuress...
Home they brought her warrior dead.
She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching said,
'She...
He is but a landscape-painter,
And a village maiden she.
Source: The Lord of...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Half light, half shade,
She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
Source: The...
How sweet are looks that ladies bend
On whom their favours fall!
Source: Sir...
How fares it with the happy dead?
Source: In Memoriam, 44 (Note: the stanza numbers...