The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
‘Dover Beach’ (1867) l. 21
Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man.
‘Empedocles on Etna’ (1852) act 1, sc. 2, l. 136
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done.
‘Empedocles on Etna’ (1852) act 1, sc. 2, l. 397
Because thou must not dream, thou needst not then despair!
‘Empedocles on Etna’ (1852) act 1, sc. 2, l. 426
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
‘Faded Leaves’ (1855) no. 5 (first published, 1852, as ‘Longing’)
Come, dear children, let us away;
Down and away below!
‘The Forsaken Merman’ (1849) l. 1
Now the great winds shorewards blow;
Now the salt tides seawards flow;
Now the wild white horses play,
Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
‘The Forsaken Merman’ (1849) l. 4
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are all asleep;
Where the spent lights quiver and gleam;
Where the salt weed sways in the stream;
‘The Forsaken Merman’ (1849) l. 35
Where great whales come sailing by,
Sail and sail, with unshut eye,