The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘Idylls of the King’ (1842-85) ‘The Passing of Arthur’ (1869) l. 414
I am going a long way
With these thou seëst—if indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)—
To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
‘Idylls of the King’ (1842-85) ‘The Passing of Arthur’ (1869) l. 424
Like some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.
‘Idylls of the King’ (1842-85) ‘The Passing of Arthur’ (1869) l. 434
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) prologue
Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) prologue
Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) prologue
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 1
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 5
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;