The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Only a memory of the same.
‘The Last Ride Together’ (1855) st. 1
Who knows but the world may end tonight?
‘The Last Ride Together’ (1855) st. 2
My soul
Smoothed itself out, a long-cramped scroll
Freshening and fluttering in the wind.
‘The Last Ride Together’ (1855) st. 4
Had I said that, had I done this,
So might I gain, so might I miss.
Might she have loved me? just as well
She might have hated, who can tell!
‘The Last Ride Together’ (1855) st. 4
Look at the end of work, contrast
The petty done, the undone vast,
This present of theirs with the hopeful past!
‘The Last Ride Together’ (1855) st. 5
’Tis an awkward thing to play with souls,
And matter enough to save one’s own.
‘A Light Woman’ (1855) st. 12
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
‘The Lost Leader’ (1845) (referring to Wordsworth)
We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him,
Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,
Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,
Made him our pattern to live and to die!
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us,
Burns, Shelley, were with us—they watch from their graves!
‘The Lost Leader’ (1845)
Never glad confident morning again!
‘The Lost Leader’ (1845)
All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
‘The Lost Mistress’ (1845)
Oppression makes the wise man mad.
‘Luria’ (1846) act 4, l. 16
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:
And, pressing a troop unable to stoop