|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (18091892) (continued)|
| 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.|
| Never morning wore|
To evening, but some heart did break.
| In Memoriam. vi. Stanza 2.|
| And topples round the dreary west|
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
| In Memoriam. xv. Stanza 5.|
| And from his ashes may be made|
The violet of his native land. 1
| In Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1.|
| I do but sing because I must,|
And pipe but as the linnets sing. 2
| In Memoriam. xxi. Stanza 6.|
| The shadow cloaked from head to foot.|
| In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 1.|
| Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.|
| In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 2.|
| And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought|
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
| In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 4.|
| T is better to have loved and lost|
Than never to have loved at all. 3
| In Memoriam. xxvii. Stanza 4.|
| Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.|
| In Memoriam. xxxii. Stanza 1.|
| Whose faith has centre everywhere,|
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
| In Memoriam. xxxiii. Stanza 1.|
See Shakespeare, page 144; also FitzGerald, Rubáiyát, xix. [back]
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]
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]