The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘A Toccata of Galuppi’s’ (1855) st. 14
Dear dead women, with such hair, too—what’s become of all the gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
‘A Toccata of Galuppi’s’ (1855) st. 15
Grand rough old Martin Luther
Bloomed fables—flowers on furze,
The better the uncouther:
Do roses stick like burrs?
‘The Twins’ (1855)
I would that you were all to me,
You that are just so much, no more.
‘Two in the Campagna’ (1855) st. 8
I pluck the rose
And love it more than tongue can speak—
Then the good minute goes.
‘Two in the Campagna’ (1855) st. 10
Only I discern—
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
‘Two in the Campagna’ (1855) st. 12
Let’s contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep:
All be as before, Love,
—Only sleep!
‘A Woman’s Last Word’ (1855) st. 1
I knew you once: but in Paradise,
If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face.
‘The Worst of It’ (1864) st. 19
Ay, dead! and were yourself alive, good Fitz,
How to return your thanks would pass my wits.
Kicking you seems the common lot of curs—
While more appropriate greeting lends you grace:
Surely to spit there glorifies your face—
Spitting from lips once sanctified by Hers.
Rejoinder to Edward Fitzgerald, who had ‘thanked God my wife was dead’, in ‘Athenaeum’ 13 July 1889.
2.225 Robert I the Bruce 1554-1631
Now, God be with you, my children: I have breakfasted with you and shall sup with my Lord
Jesus Christ this night.
In Robert Fleming ‘The Fulfilling of the Scripture’ (3rd ed., 1693) p. 372