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Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.
For man is man, and master of his fate.
God and Nature met in light.
God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown to ripeness, that on which it throve falls off, and love is left alone.
Half light, half shade, she stood a sight to make an old man young.
Happy he with such a mother! Faith in womankind beats with his blood, and trust in all things high comes easy to him; and though he trip and fall he shall not blind his soul with clay.
He frothed his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho his foes speak ill of him
He was a friend to me.
Old Year, you shall not die;
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I've half a mind to die with you,
Old Year, if you must die.
* * * * *
His face is growing sharp and thin.
Alack! Our friend is gone.
Close up his eyes; tie up his chin;
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door;
There's a new foot on the floor,
And a new face at the door,
A new face at the door.
- [Old Year]
He shall find the rugged thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, that outredden
All voluptuous garden roses.
His essences turn the live air sick.
His gain is loss; for he that wrongs his friend
Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about
A silent court of justice in his breast,
Himself a judge and jury, and himself
The prisoner at the bar, ever condemned.
Home they brought him slain with spears,
They brought him home at even-fall.
- version of song in "The Princess", canto V, as published in the "Selections" (1865)
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
I sit within a helmless bark.
I take possession of man's mind and deed,
I care not what the sects may brawl;
I sit as God, holding no form of creed,
But contemplating all.
In lands of palm and southern pine; in lands of palm, of orange-blossom, of olive, aloe, and maize, and wine.
In robe and crown the king stepped down,
To meet and greet her on her way.
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
- [Loss : Love]
It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
- paraphrasing Johnson, see Locker-Lampson's "Recollections of a tour with Tennyson", in "Memoirs of Tennyson" by his son, II, 73
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
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