The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

An angel watching an urn
Wept over her, carved in stone.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 8
I heard no longer
The snowy-banded, dilettante,
Delicate-handed priest intone.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 8
Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand,
Like some of the simple great ones gone
For ever and ever by,
One still strong man in a blatant land,
Whatever they call him, what care I,
Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat—one
Who can rule and dare not lie.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 10, st. 5
I kissed her slender hand,
She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen,
But she is tall and stately.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 12, st. 4
Gorgonised me from head to foot
With a stony British stare.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 13, st. 2
A livelier emerald twinkles in the grass,
A purer sapphire melts into the sea.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 18, st. 6
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky.
‘Maud’ (1855) pt. 1, sect. 22, st. 1
All night has the casement jessamine stirred
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,