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English poet laureate
(1809 - 1892)
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Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace!
      - Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (st. 38)

Here and there a cotter's babe is royal--born by right divine;
  Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen or his swine.
      - Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (st. 63)

Shall error in the round of time
  Shall father Truth?
      - Love and Duty [Error]

  Life needs for life is possible to will.
      - Love and Duty (l. 82) [Will]

To-morrow yet would reap to-day,
  As we bear blossoms of the dead;
    Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed
      Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay.
      - Love Thou the Land [Tomorrow]

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
      - Lover's Tale (l. 348) [Nature]

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
      - Lover's Tale (l. 466) [Love]

Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
      - Lover's Tale (l. 813) [Love]

Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
  And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
    In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.
      They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
        And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
          At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
            The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
              And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.
      - Lover's Tale (l. 815) [Love]

The night comes on that knows not morn,
  When I shall cease to be all alone,
    To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
      - Mariana in the South (last stanza) [Death]

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
      - Maud (pt. I, XXII, st. 9) [Women]

Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
  And the shining daffodil dies.
      - Maud (pt. III, st. 1) [Daffodils]

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
      - Maud (pt. V, st. 2) [Feet]

Silence, beautiful voice.
      - Maud (pt. V, st. 3) [Silence]

There has fallen a splendid tear
  From the passion-flower at the gate.
    She is coming, my dove, my dear;
      She is coming, my life, my fate;
        The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
          And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
            The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;"
              And the lily whispers, "I wait."
      - Maud (pt. XXII, st. 10) [Love]

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
  Where it ever so airy a tread,
    My heart would hear her and beat,
      Were it earth in an earthly bed;
        My dust would hear her and beat,
          Had I lain for a century dead;
            Would start and tremble under her feet,
              And blossom in purple and red.
      - Maud (pt. XXII, st. 11) [Love]

The slender acacia would not shake
  One long milk-bloom on the tree;
    The white lake-blossom fell into the lake
      As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
        But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
          Knowing your promise to me;
            The lilies and roses were all awake,
              They sighed for the dawn and thee.
      - Maud (pt. XXII, st. 8) [Flowers]

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
  And the musk of the rose is blown.
      - Maud (pt. XXII, st. I) [Woodbines]

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
  From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
    And thunder'd up into Heaven.
      - Maud (pt. XXIII) [Echo]

Ah, Christ, that it were possible,
  For one short hour to see
    Te souls we loved, that they might tell us
      What and where they be.
      - Maud (pt. XXVI) [Immortality]

No more shall . . . Peace
  Pipe on her pastoral hillock a languid note,
    And watch her harvest ripen.
      - Maud (st. 28) [Peace]

Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand,
  Like some of the simple great gone
    Forever and ever by,
      One still strong man in a blatant land,
        Whatever they call him, what care I,
          Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat--one
            Who can rule and dare not lie.
      - Maud (X, 5) [Man]

Come into the garden. Maud,
  For the black bat, night, has flown.
      - Maud (XXII, 1) [Gardens]

And oft I heard the tender dove
  In firry woodlands making moan.
      - Miller's Daughter [Doves]

For so the whole round Earth is every way
  Bound by Gold Chains about the Feet of God.
      - More D'Arthur [Influence]

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