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Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
- In Memoriam (pt. CVI) [Bells]
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
- In Memoriam (pt. CVI) [Bells]
'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
- In Memoriam (pt. CVIII) [Wisdom]
Where God and Nature met in light.
- In Memoriam (pt. CXI, st. 5) [Light]
Now rings the woodland loud and long,
The distance takes a lovelier hue,
And drowned in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.
- In Memoriam (pt. CXV) [Trees]
Life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom,
To shape and use.
- In Memoriam (pt. CXVIII, st. 5) [Life]
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
- In Memoriam (pt. CXXII) [Dew]
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.
- In Memoriam (pt. I) [Growth]
For love reflects the thing beloved.
- In Memoriam (pt. LII) [Love]
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 (pt. LIV, st. 5) [Babyhood]
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
- In Memoriam (pt. LV) [Death : Growth]
O sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,
Be sometimes lovely, like a bride,
And put thy harsher moods aside,
If thou wilt have me wise and good.
- In Memoriam (pt. LVIII) [Sorrow]
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
- In Memoriam (pt. LXIII) [Statesmanship]
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
- In Memoriam (pt. LXIII, st. 2)
Love's too precious to be lost,
A little grain shall not be spilt.
- In Memoriam (pt. LXV) [Love]
When in the down I sink my head,
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath.
- In Memoriam (pt. LXVIII) [Sleep]
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
- In Memoriam (pt. LXXVIII, st. 2) [Loss]
Thou bringest the sailor to his wife,
And travell'd men from foreign lands,
And letters unto trembling hands;
And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life.
- In Memoriam (pt. X) [Navigation : Post]
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
- In Memoriam (pt. XCI) [Thrushes]
Of that glad year that once had bee,
In those fall'n leaves which kept their green,
The noble letters of the dead:
And strangely on the silence broke
The silent-speaking words.
- In Memoriam (pt. XCV) [Post]
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
- In Memoriam (pt. XCV, st. 3) [Doubt]
Come, Time, and teach me many years,
I do not suffer in dream;
For now so strange do these things seem,
Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
- In Memoriam (pt. XIII) [Time]
The eternal landscape of the past.
- In Memoriam (pt. XLVI) [Past]
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.
- In Memoriam (pt. XLVIII, st. 4) [Songs]
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
- In Memoriam (pt. XXI, st. 6) [Linnets]
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