Lewis Morris (poet)

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Sir Lewis Morris

Sir Lewis Morris (23 January 183312 November 1907) was a popular poet of the Anglo-Welsh school.

Quotes[edit]

  • Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget
    Divinest harmonies.
    • "Love's Suicide", line 27, in Songs of Two Worlds (London: Henry S. King & Co., 1871), p. 39.
  • Call no faith false which e'er has brought
    Relief to any laden life,
    Cessation to the pain of thought,
    Refreshment 'mid the dust of strife.
    • "Tolerance", line 1, in Songs of Two Worlds: Second Series (London: Henry S. King & Co., 1874), p. 92.
  • What power was this—chance, will you say? But chance, what else can it mean
    Than the hidden Cause of things by human reason unseen?
    • "Evensong", line 25, in Songs of Two Worlds: Third series (London: Henry S. King & Co., 1875), p. 23.

The Epic of Hades (1877)[edit]

London: Henry S. King & Co., 1877

  • Love for Love
    And Blood for Blood—the simple golden rule
    Taught by the elder gods.
    • Book I: Tartarus. "Clytemnestra", line125; p. 62.
  • Life is a chase,
    And man the hunter, always following on,
    With hounds of rushing thought or fiery sense,
    Some hidden truth or beauty, fleeting still
    For ever through the thick-leaved coverts deep
    And wind-worn wolds of life.
    • Book II: Hades. "Actæon", line 136; p. 117
  • [T]he world still needs
    Its champion as of old, and finds him still.
    • Book III: Olympus. "Herakles", line 38; p. 246.

The Ode of Life (1880)[edit]

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., 1880

  • Sweet maidenhood! that to a silvery chime
    Of music, and chaste fancies undefiled,
    And modest grace and mild
    Comëst, best gift of God to men.
    • "The Ode of Youth: II. Maidenhood", line 5; p. 44.
  • Toil is the law of life and its best fruit.
    • "The Ode of Perfect Years: III. Labour", p. 80.
  • The victories of Right
    Are born of strife.
    There were no Day were there no Night,
    Nor, without dying, Life.
    • "The Ode of Evil", p. 110.

Harvest-Tide (1901)[edit]

London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co., Ltd, 1901

  • The wind that sighs before the dawn
    Chases the gloom of night,
    The curtains of the East are drawn,
    And suddenly—'tis light.
    • "Le Vent de l'Esprit", line 1; p. 6.
  • The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
    All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
    • "A New Orphic Hymn", line 5; p. 10.
  • Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
    Young voices sing;
    Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
    For lo! 'tis Spring!
    Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
    And hope revives again.
    • "Life-Music", line 1; p. 75.
  • The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.
    • "The Diamond Jubilee: An Ode", line 11; p. 87.

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