The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Than never to have loved at all.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 27.
A solemn gladness even crowned
The purple brows of Olivet.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 31
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 32
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 48
Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is racked with pains that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 50
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 54
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 54
Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language but a cry.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 54
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.
‘In Memoriam A. H. H.’ (1850) canto 55 (of Nature)