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41 " What words are these have fall'n from me?Can calm despair and wild unrestBe tenants of a single breast,Or sorrow such a changeling be? "
― Alfred Tennyson , In Memoriam
42 " What hope is there for modern rhymeTo him, who turns a musing eyeOn songs, and deeds, and lives, that lieForshorten'd in the tract of time?These mortal lullabies of painMay bind a book, may line a box,May serve to curl a maiden's locks;Or when a thousand moons shall waneA man upon a stall may find,And, passing, turn the page that tellsA grief_ then changed to something else,Sung by a long forgotten mind.But what of that? My darken'd waysShall ring with music all the same;To breathe my loss is more than fame,To utter love more sweet than praise. "
43 " When fill'd with tears that cannot fall,I brim with sorrow drowning song. "
44 " But thou and I have shaken hands,Till growing winters lay me low;My paths are in the fields I know,And thine in undiscover'd lands. "
45 " I hold it true, what’re befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;‘This better to have loved and lost;Than never to have loved at ...... "
46 " If all your office had to doWith old results that look like new;If this were all your mission here,To draw, to sheathe a useless sword,To fool the crowd with glorious lies,To cleave a creed in sects and cries,To change the bearing of a word,To shift an arbitrary power,To cramp the student at his desk,To make old barreness picturesqueAnd tuft with grass a feudal tower;Why then my scorn might well descendOn you and yours.Verse CXXVII "
47 " But in my spirit will I dwell,And dream my dream, and hold it true;For tho' my lips breath adieu,I cannot think the thing farewell. "