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English poet laureate
(1809 - 1892)
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A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
  And sweet as English air could make her, she.
      - The Princess--Prologue (l. 153) [Women]

To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
  Till the end o' the daay
    An the last load hoam.
      - The Promise of May (act II), a song

Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
  Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
    Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
      To little harps of gold; and while they mused
        Whispering to each other half in fear,
          Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.
      - The Sea Fairies [Mermaids]

But light as any wind that blows
  So fleetly did she stir,
    The flower, she touch'd on, dipt and rose,
      And turned to look at her.
      - The Talking Oak (st. 33) [Fairies]

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
      - The Two Voices (st. CXXVII)
        [Dreams : Proverbial Phrases]

Gone--flitted away,
  Taken the stars from the night and the sun
    From the day!
      Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
      - The Window--Gone [Parting]

Attain the unattainable.
      - Timbuctoo [Success]

No sound is breathed so potent to coerce
  And to conciliate, as their names who dare
    For that sweet mother-land which gave them birth
      Nobly to do, nobly to die.
      - Tiresias [Names]

Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,
  And make me tremble lest a saying learnt,
    In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true?
      The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
      - Tithonus (st. 5) [Tears]

For now the Poet cannot die,
  Nor leave his music as of old,
    But round him ere he scarce he cold
      Begins the scandal and the cry.
      - To -----, after Reading a Life and Letters
         (st. 4) [Poets]

And wit its honey lent, without the sting.
      - To the Memory of Lord Talbot [Wit]

For tho' the faults were thick as dust
  In vacant chambers, I could trust
    Your kindness.
      - To the Queen (st. 5) [Faults]

And statesmen at her council met
  Who knew the seasons when to take
    Occasion by the hand, and make
      The bounds of freedom wider yet.
      - To the Queen (st. 8) [Statesmanship]

Broad-based upon her people's will,
  And compassed by the inviolate sea.
      - To the Queen (st. 9) [Royalty]

A life of nothing's nothing worth,
  From that first nothing ere his birth,
    To that last nothing under earth.
      - Two Voices [Nothingness]

Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
  No life that breathes with human breath
    Has ever truly long'd for death.
      - Two Voices (st. 132) [Death]

For always roaming with a hungry heart,
  Much have I seen and known.
      - Ulysses [Traveling]

I am a part of all that I have met;
  Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
    Gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades
      Forever and forever when I move.
      - Ulysses (l. 18) [Experience : Influence : Man]

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
  The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
    Moans round with many voices.
      - Ulysses (l. 54) [Evening]

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
  Life to the lees.
      - Ulysses (l. 6) [Life]

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
  And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
      - Ulysses (l. 65) [Immortality]

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said it wur draains,
  For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er paains.
      - Village Wife [Sickness]

Every moment dies a man,
  Every moment one is born.
      - Vision of Sin (st. 9) [Time]

At last I heard a voice upon the slope
  Cry to the summit, "Is there any hope?"
    To which an answer pealed from that high land,
      But in a tongue no man could understand;
        And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn,
          God made himself an awful rose of dawn.
      - Vision of Sin (V) [God]

Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
  The shadow of my days.
      - Will Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue,
        (ed. 1842) [Shadows]

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