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To-night the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day:
The last red leaf is whirled away,
The...
This way and that dividing the swift mind.
Source: Idylls of the King, `The Passing...
Truth-teller was our England's Alfred named.
Source: Ode on the Death of the Duke...
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink
Together.
Source: The Princess,...
Thou madest Death: and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Trust that those we call the dead
Are breathers of an ampler day.
Source: In...
Thou madest man, he knows not why.
Source: In Memoriam, Prologue
-- Alfred, Lord...
Upon the middle of the night.
Waking she heard the night-fowl crow.
Source:...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the...
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;...
Two godlike faces gazed below;
Plato the wise and large-browed Verulam,
The first of those who...
Thou shalt hear the `Never, never', whispered by the phantom years.
Source:...
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life.
Source: Idylls of the King,...
There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
Source: In Memoriam, 123 (Note: the...
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal...
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
Source: In Memoriam,...
Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
Source: In Memoriam, CXIII
-- Alfred, Lord...
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Source: Song
--...
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea.
Source: Ulysses,...
We be all good Englishmen.
Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil,
For I never turned my...