The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Still standing for some false impossible shore.
‘A Summer Night’ l. 68
The signal-elm, that looks on Ilsley downs,
The Vale, the three lone weirs, the youthful Thames.
‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 14
And that sweet City with her dreaming spires,
She needs not June for beauty’s heightening.
‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 19
So have I heard the cuckoo’s parting cry,
From the wet field, through the vext garden-trees,
Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze:
‘The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.’
‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 57
Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go?
Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on,
Soon will the musk carnations break and swell.
‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 61
For Time, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 80
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew,
The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.
‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 138
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole:
The mellow glory of the Attic stage;
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
Lines on Sophocles in ‘To a Friend’ (1849)
France, famed in all great arts, in none supreme.
‘To a Republican Friend, 1848. Continued’
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
‘To Marguerite—Continued’ (1852) l. 1
A God, a God their severance ruled!
And bade betwixt their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
‘To Marguerite—Continued’ (1852) l. 22
Nor bring, to see me cease to live,
Some doctor full of phrase and fame,