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On the lecture slate
The circle rounded under female hands
With flawless demonstration.
- Princess (II, l. 349) [Circles]
We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
"They hunt old trails" said Cyril, "very well;
But when did woman ever yet invent?"
- Princess (II, l. 366) [Invention]
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
- Princess (IV, Bugle Song) [Echo]
Then came your new friend: you began to change:
I saw it and grieved.
- Princess (IV, l. 279) [Friends]
Stared in her eyes, and chalk'd her face.
- Princess (IV, l. 357) [Fear]
The splash and stir
Of fountains spouted up and showering down
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose:
And all about us peal'd the nightingale,
Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare.
- Princess (pt. I, l. 214) [Gardens]
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle for ever.
- Princess (pt. II, l. 355) [Poetry]
Current among men,
Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
- Princess (pt. II, l. 40) [Compliments]
Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.
- Princess (pt. II, l. 79) [Nobility]
Morn in the white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
- Princess (pt. III, l. 1) [Morning]
Seeing, I saw not, hearing not, I heard.
Tho', if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I spake as having seen.
- Princess (VI, l. 3) [Dreams]
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
- Princess (VI, l. 72) [Footsteps]
Beat upon mine, little heart! beat, beat!
Beat upon mine! you are mine, my sweet!
All mine from your pretty blue eyes to your feet,
- Romney's Remorse [Babyhood]
That neither God nor man can well forgive.
- Sea Dreams [Forgiveness]
A trifle makes a dream, a trifle breaks.
- Sea Dreams (l. 140) [Trifles]
In crystal vapour everywhere
Blue isles of heaven laughed between,
And far, in forest-deeps unseen,
The topmost elm-tree gather'd green
From draughts of balmy air.
- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere [Elm]
The boyhood of the year.
- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere (st. 3)
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
- Song--The Owl [Owls]
The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.
- St. Agnes' Eve (st. 3) [Sabbath]
Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer.
- St. Simeon Stylites (l. 7) [Prayer]
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
- Th Lotos-Eaters--Choric Song (pt. I)
In time there is no present,
In eternity no future,
In eternity no past.
- The "How" and the "Why" [Eternity]
And I too talk, and lose the touch
I talk of. Surely, after all,
The noblest answer unto such
Is kindly silence when they brawl.
- The After Thought,
in "Punch", Mar. 7, 1846 [Silence]
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
- The Blackbird [Blackbirds]
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
- The Brook [Brooks]
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