The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Thou art noble and nude and antique.
‘Dolores’ (1866) st. 7
Change in a trice
The lilies and languors of virtue
For the raptures and roses of vice.
‘Dolores’ (1866) st. 9
O splendid and sterile Dolores,
Our Lady of Pain.
‘Dolores’ (1866) st. 9
Ah beautiful passionate body
That never has ached with a heart!
‘Dolores’ (1866) st. 11
For the crown of our life as it closes
Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust;
No thorns go as deep as a rose’s,
And love is more cruel than lust.
Time turns the old days to derision,
Our loves into corpses or wives;
And marriage and death and division
Make barren our lives.
‘Dolores’ (1866) st. 20
I shall remember while the light lives yet
And in the night time I shall not forget.
‘Erotion’
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down’s edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
‘A Forsaken Garden’
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.
‘A Forsaken Garden’
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands.
‘The Garden of Proserpine’
Fiddle, we know, is diddle: and diddle, we take it, is dee.
‘The Heptalogia’ (1880) ‘The Higher Pantheism in a Nutshell’.
But God, if a God there be, is the substance of men which is man.