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Death is the tyrant of the imagination. - [Death] Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse. - [Despair] Enter upon thy paths, O year! Thy paths, which all who breathe must tread, Which lead the Living to the Dead, I enter; for it is my doom To tread thy labyrinthine gloom; To note who round me watch and wait; To love a few; perhaps to hate; And do all duties of my fate. - [New Year's Day] Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them. - [Adversity] I scarcely know how it is, but the deaths of children seem to me always less premature than those of older persons. Not that they are in fact so, but it is because they themselves have little or no relation to time or maturity. - [Death] Love can take what shape he pleases; and when once begun his fiery inroad in the soul, how vain the after knowledge which his presence gives! We weep or rave; but still he lives, and lives master and lord, amidst pride and tears and pain. - [Cupid] Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words. - [Music] O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! - [Beauty] There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love. - [Association] Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly. - [Endurance] Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company. - A Bacchanalian Song [Wine and Spirits] Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,--as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream! - A Petition to Time [Time] Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors. - English Songs and Other Small Poems--The Sea in Calm (pt. III) [Echo] Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments. - Florentine Party [Pity] All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. - My Books [Libraries] Within the midnight of her hair, Half-hidden in its deepest deeps. - Pearl Wearers [Hair] The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord. - Rafaelle and Fornarina [Women] So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be! - Songs--The Sea in Calm (l. 13) [Power] Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within; His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace as swift as light. - The Blood Horse [Horses] Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne. - The Nights [Summer] In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at the dusk--he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him-- All mock him outright, by day: But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! - The Owl [Owls] I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. - The Sea [Ocean] The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. - The Sea [Ocean] Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home,-- A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young and to teach them spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing! - The Stormy Petrel [Sea Birds]
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