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FOOTNOTES:
[621-1] Thamus . . . uttered with a loud voice his message, "The great Pan is dead."--PLUTARCH: _Why the Oracles cease to give Answers._
ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 1809-1865.
I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free.
_Speech, June 16, 1858._
Let us have faith that right makes might; and in that faith let us dare to do our duty as we understand it.
_Address, New York City, Feb. 21, 1859._
In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the free,--honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve.
_Second Annual Message to Congress, Dec. 1, 1862._
That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.[622-1]
_Speech at Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863._
With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.[622-2]
_Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865._
FOOTNOTES:
[622-1] See Daniel Webster, page 532.
[622-2] See J. Q. Adams, page 458.
CHARLES DARWIN. 1809-1882.
I have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term Natural Selection.
_The Origin of Species. Chap. iii._
We will now discuss in a little more detail the Struggle for Existence.[622-3]
_The Origin of Species. Chap. iii._
The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival of the Fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally convenient.[622-4]
_The Origin of Species. Chap. iii._
FOOTNOTES:
[622-3] The perpetual struggle for room and food.--MALTHUS: _On Population. chap. iii. p. 48_ (1798).
[622-4] This survival of the fittest which I have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life."--HERBERT SPENCER: _Principles of Biology. Indirect Equilibration._
ALFRED TENNYSON. 1809- ----.
(_From the edition of 1884._)
This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base.
_To the Queen._
And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
_To the Queen._
Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.
_To the Queen._
For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
_Recollections of the Arabian Nights._
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
_The Poet._
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
_The Two Voices. Stanza cxxvii._
Across the walnuts and the wine.
_The Miller's Daughter._
O love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.[623-1]
_Fatima. Stanza 3._
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,-- These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
_OEnone._
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
_OEnone._
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
_The Palace of Art._
Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
_Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5._
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife[624-1] Smile at the claims of long descent.
_Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7._
Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'T is only noble to be good.[624-2] Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
_Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7._
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,-- Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be queen o' the May.
_The May Queen._
Ah, why Should life all labour be?
_The Lotus-Eaters. iv._
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.[624-3]
_A Dream of Fair Women. Stanza xxii._
God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
_To J. S._
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace! Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll.
_To J. S._
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet! Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
_To J. S._
More black than ash-buds in the front of March.
_The Gardener's Daughter._
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
_Love and Duty._
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
_Love and Duty._
Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
_The Golden Year._
I am a part of all that I have met.[625-1]
_Ulysses._
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use,-- As tho' to breathe were life!
_Ulysses._
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
_Ulysses._
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
_Tithonus._
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
_Locksley Hall. Line 19._
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
_Locksley Hall. Line 33._
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
_Locksley Hall. Line 49._
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.[626-1]
_Locksley Hall. Line 75._
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
_Locksley Hall. Line 79._
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
_Locksley Hall. Line 94._
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
_Locksley Hall. Line 105._
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
_Locksley Hall. Line 117._
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
_Locksley Hall. Line 137._
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
_Locksley Hall. Line 141._
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
_Locksley Hall. Line 168._
I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
_Locksley Hall. Line 178._
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
_Locksley Hall. Line 182._
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
_Locksley Hall. Line 184._
I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
_Godiva._
And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
_The Day-Dream. The Departure, i._
And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
_The Day-Dream. The Departure, iv._
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
_L'Envoi._
As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
_Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere._
For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.
_To ----, after reading a Life and Letters._
But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
_Break, break, break._
But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
_Break, break, break._
For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
_The Brook._
Mastering the lawless science of our law,-- That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances.
_Aylmer's Field._
Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
_Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4._
Oh good gray head which all men knew!
_Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4._
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
_Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4._
For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
_Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 6._
Not once or twice in our rough-island story The path of duty was the way to glory.
_Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 8._
All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
_The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1._
Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
_The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 2._
Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them. . . . . Into the jaws of death,[628-1] Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.
_The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 3._
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright; But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
_The Grandmother. Stanza 8._
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
_The Daisy. Stanza 1._
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
_The Daisy. Stanza 24._
Read my little fable: He that runs may read.[629-1] Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
_The Flower._
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
_Idylls of the King. Dedication._
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
_Idylls of the King. Merlin and Vivien._
His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
_Idylls of the King. Launcelot and Elaine._
The old order changeth, yielding place to new; And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
_The Passing of Arthur._
I am going a long way With these thou seëst--if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)-- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
_The Passing of Arthur._
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
_The Princess. Prologue. Line 141._
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
_The Princess. Part i . Line 153._
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
_The Princess. Part ii . Line 355._
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
_The Princess.