John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued) |
| 6872 |
| My God, I would not live Save that I think this gross hard-seeming world Is our misshaping vision of the Powers Behind the world, that make our griefs our gains. |
| The Sisters. |
| 6873 |
| The golden guess Is morning-star to the full round of truth. |
| Columbus. |
| 6874 |
| 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. |
| 6875 |
| A princelier-looking man never stept thro’ a prince’s hall. |
| The Wreck. |
| 6876 |
| The shell must break before the bird can fly. |
| The ancient Sage. |
| 6877 |
| Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all My friends and brother souls, With all the peoples, great and small, That wheel between the poles. |
| Epilogue to The Charge of the heavy Brigade. |
| 6878 |
| The song that nerves a nation’s heart Is in itself a deed. |
| Epilogue to The Charge of the heavy Brigade. |
| 6879 |
| All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word. |
| To Virgil. |
| 6880 |
| That man’s the best Cosmopolite Who loves his native country best. |
| Hands all round. |
| 6881 |
| Love your enemy, bless your haters, said the Greatest of the great; Christian love among the Churches looked the twin of heathen hate. |
| Locksley Hall sixty Years after. Line 85. |
| 6882 |
| Charm us, orator, till the lion look no larger than the cat. |
| Locksley Hall sixty Years after. Line 112. |