The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘The Bishop Orders his Tomb’ (1845) l. 73
And then how I shall lie through centuries,
And hear the blessed mutter of the mass,
And see God made and eaten all day long,
And feel the steady candle-flame, and taste
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
‘The Bishop Orders his Tomb’ (1845) l. 80
I was so young, I loved him so, I had
No mother, God forgot me, and I fell.
‘A Blot in the ‘Scutcheon’ (1843) act 1, sc. 3, l. 237
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
‘Boot and Saddle’ (1842)
How well I know what I mean to do
When the long dark autumn-evenings come.
‘By the Fireside’ (1855) st. 1
I shall be found by the fire, suppose,
O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age,
While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows
And I turn the page, and I turn the page,
Not verse now, only prose!
‘By the Fireside’ (1855) st. 2
I will speak now,
No longer watch you as you sit
Reading by fire-light, that great brow
And the spirit-small hand propping it,
Mutely.
‘By the Fireside’ (1855) st. 23
When earth breaks up and heaven expands,
How will the change strike me and you
In the house not made with hands?
‘By the Fireside’ (1855) st. 27.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away!
‘By the Fireside’ (1855) st. 39
If two lives join, there is oft a scar,
They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.
‘By the Fireside’ (1855) st. 46
And it is good to cheat the pair, and gibe,
Letting the rank tongue blossom into speech.