"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.

"But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills."

Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. Stanza 2.

"Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares."

The Men of Old.

"A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet."

The Men of Old.

"I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still."

The Brookside.

"The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard."

The Brookside.

"Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky."

Old Ironsides.

"Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!"

Old Ironsides.

"Like sentinel and nun, they keep Their vigil on the green."

The Cambridge Churchyard.

"The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb."

The Last Leaf.

"I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer!"

The Last Leaf.

"Thou say'st an undisputed thing In such a solemn way."

To an Insect.

"Their discords sting through Burns and Moore, Like hedgehogs dressed in lace."

The Music-Grinders.

"You think they are crusaders sent From some infernal clime, To pluck the eyes of sentiment And dock the tail of Rhyme, To crack the voice of Melody And break the legs of Time."

The Music-Grinders.

"And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can."

The Height of the Ridiculous.

"When the last reader reads no more."

The Last Reader.

"The freeman casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land."

Poetry, a Metrical Essay.

"'T is the heart's current lends the cup its glow, Whate'er the fountain whence the draught may flow."

A Sentiment.

"Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!"

A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.

"And when you stick on conversation's burrs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs."

A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.

"Thine eye was on the censer, And not the hand that bore it."

Lines by a Clerk.

"Where go the poet's lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!"

The Poet's Lot.

"A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them!"

The Voiceless.

"O hearts that break and give no sign Save whitening lip and fading tresses!"

The Voiceless.

"Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!"

The Chambered Nautilus.

"His home! the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it; This little speck, the British Isles? 'T is but a freckle,--never mind it."

A Good Time going.

"But Memory blushes at the sneer, And Honor turns with frown defiant, And Freedom, leaning on her spear, Laughs louder than the laughing giant."

A Good Time going.

"You hear that boy laughing?--you think he 's all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all."

The Boys.

"Good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels When the tired player shuffles off the buskin; A page of Hood may do a fellow good After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin."

How not to settle it.

"A thought is often original, though you have uttered it a hundred times."

The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. i.