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In merest prudence men should teach . . . That science ranks as monstrous things Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings-- E'en Angel's wings!--are fictions. - A Fairy Tale [Angels] All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius. - Ars Victrix, imitated from Theophile Gautier [Art] The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,-- It wavers to a rose. - At the Sign of the Lyre [Beauty] Across the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; Then faint at first, and low, The full notes closer grow; Hard, what a torrent gush! They pour, they overflow-- Sing on, sing on, O thrush! - Ballad of the Thrush [Thrushes] Carry his body hence! Kings must have slaves: Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves: So this man's eye is dim; Throw the earth over him! - Before Sedan [War] Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Times stays, we go. - Proverbs in Porcelain (The Paradox of Time, st. 1) [Time] In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-- O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show her new collar; In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar! - Rose-Leaves--Circe [Coquetry] When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut, When the reason stands on its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a "formal cut,"-- There is a place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever the May-blood stires and glows, And the young year draws to the "golden prime," And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose,-- Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme! - The Ballad of Prose and Rhyme [Poetry] Not as ours the books of old-- Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore-- Rows of type, and nothing more. - To a Missal of the 13th Century [Books] What ye have been ye still shall be When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! - To Daffodils [Daffodils]
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