John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued) |
| 6784 |
| But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. |
| In Memoriam. v. Stanza 2. |
| 6785 |
| Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. |
| In Memoriam. vi. Stanza 2. |
| 6786 |
| And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire. |
| In Memoriam. xv. Stanza 5. |
| 6787 |
| And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. 1 |
| In Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1. |
| 6788 |
| I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. 2 |
| In Memoriam. xxi. Stanza 6. |
| 6789 |
| The shadow cloaked from head to foot. |
| In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 1. |
| 6790 |
| Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. |
| In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 2. |
| 6791 |
| And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. |
| In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 4. |
| 6792 |
| ’T is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. 3 |
| In Memoriam. xxvii. Stanza 4. |
| 6793 |
| Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. |
| In Memoriam. xxxii. Stanza 1. |
| 6794 |
| Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form. |
| In Memoriam. xxxiii. Stanza 1. |
| Note 1. See Shakespeare, page 144; also FitzGerald, Rubáiyát, xix. [back] |
| Note 2. I sing but as the linnet sings: Ich singe, wie der Vogel singt Der in den Zweigen wohnet. Goethe: Wilhelm Meister, book ii, chap. xi. [back] |
| Note 3. See Crabbe, page 444. Arthur Hugh Clough: Peschiera. What voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? ’T is better to have fought and lost Than never to have fought at all. Congreve: The Way of the World, Act ii. Scene i. Say what you will, ’t is better to be left Than never to have loved. [back] |