Lord of
Lord of
names noble england
I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.
tired men world
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
men ancient holy
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
advice good-advice
Good but rarely came from good advice.
spiritual soul-and-body imagine
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.
truth names fire
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
war adversity fate
...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
night slumber prom
Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
men land losing
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
life years waiting
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.
titles flags taxation
Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange, Although he fleeced the flags of every nation, For into a prime minister but change His title, and 'tis nothing but taxation.
strength strong eye
The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
friendship wings eros
Frienship is eros...without wings
spring flower joy
Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.