The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Hath trailed the hunter’s javelin in his side,
And comes at night to die upon the sand.
‘Sohrab and Rustum’ (1853) l. 501
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
‘Sohrab and Rustum’ (1853) l. 656
But the majestic River floated on,
Out of the mist and hum of that low land,
Into the frosty starlight.
‘Sohrab and Rustum’ (1853) l. 875
Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had
In his high mountain cradle in Pamere,
A foiled circuitous wanderer—till at last
The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide
His luminous home of waters opens, bright
And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars
Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
‘Sohrab and Rustum’ (1853) l. 886
For rigorous teachers seized my youth,
And purged its faith, and trimmed its fire,
Showed me the high, white star of Truth,
There bade me gaze, and there aspire.
‘Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse’ (1855) l. 67
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
‘Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse’ (1855) l. 85
What helps it now, that Byron bore,
With haughty scorn which mocked the smart,
Through Europe to the Aetolian shore
The pageant of his bleeding heart?
That thousands counted every groan,
And Europe made his woe her own?
‘Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse’ (1855) l. 133
Ah! two desires toss about
The poet’s feverish blood.
One drives him to the world without,
And one to solitude.
‘Stanzas in Memory of the Author of “Obermann”, November 1849’ l. 93
Still bent to make some port he knows not where,