Part ii
. iv. Stanza 3._
Let knowledge grow from more to more.
_In Memoriam. Prologue. Line 25._
I held it truth, with him who sings[631-1] To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.[631-2]
_In Memoriam. i. Stanza 1._
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.[632-1]
_In Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1._
I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.[632-2]
_In Memoriam. xxi. Stanza 6._
The shadow cloak'd 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.[632-3]
_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._
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
_In Memoriam. xlviii. Stanza 4._
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._
Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
_In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1._
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._
So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life.
_In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 2._
The great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God.
_In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 4._
Who battled for the True, the Just.
_In Memoriam. lvi. Stanza 5._
And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance.
_In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2._
And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne.
_In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3._
So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be.
_In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1._
Thy leaf has perish'd 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._
O last regret, regret can die!
_In Memoriam. lxxviii. Stanza 5._
There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
_In Memoriam. xcvi. Stanza 3._
He seems so near, and yet so far.
_In Memoriam. xcvii. Stanza 6._
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
_In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 1._
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow!
_In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 2._
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in!
_In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 5._
Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace!
_In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 7._
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand! Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be!
_In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 8._
And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, Defamed by every charlatan, And soil'd with all ignoble use.
_In Memoriam. cxi. Stanza 6._
Some novel power Sprang up forever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much In watching thee from hour to hour.
_In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 3._
Large elements in order brought, And tracts of calm from tempest made, And world-wide fluctuation sway'd, In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
_In Memoriam. cxii. Stanza 4._
Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
_In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 10._
One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event To which the whole creation moves.
_In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 36._
FOOTNOTES:
[623-1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[624-1] This line stands in Moxon's edition of 1842,--
"The gardener Adam and his wife,"--
and has been restored by the author in his edition of 1873.
[624-2] See Chapman, page 37.
[624-3] See Pope, page 340.
[625-1] See Byron, page 543.
[626-1] See Longfellow, page 618.
[628-1] Jaws of death.--SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act iii. sc. 4._ DU BARTAS: _Weekes and Workes, day i.