| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (18091892) (continued) |
| | | 6795 | My own dim life should teach me this That life shall live for evermore. |
| In Memoriam. xxxiv. Stanza 1. |
| 6796 | Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. |
| In Memoriam. xlviii. Stanza 4. |
| 6797 | Hold thou the good; define it well; For fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell. |
| In Memoriam. liii. Stanza 4. |
| 6798 | Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. |
| In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1. |
| 6799 | But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry. |
| In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5. |
| 6800 | So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life. |
| In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 2. |
| 6801 | The great worlds altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God. |
| In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 4. |
| 6802 | | Who battled for the True, the Just. |
| In Memoriam. lvi. Stanza 5. |
| 6803 | And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance. |
| In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2. |
| 6804 | And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty states decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. |
| In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3. |
| 6805 | So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be. 1 |
| In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1. |
| 6806 | Thy leaf has perished in the green, And while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been. |
| In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4. |
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