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The Angel In The House (1854)
- Ah, wasteful woman, she who may
On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing man cannot choose but pay,
How has she cheapen'd paradise;
How given for nought her priceless gift,
How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine,
Which, spent with due, respective thrift,
Had made brutes men, and men divine.
- Book I, Canto III, III Unthrift.
- Kind souls, you wonder why, love you,
When you, you wonder why, love none.
We love, Fool, for the good we do,
Not that which unto us is done!
- Book I, Canto VI, IV A Riddle Solved.
- Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,
They read with joy, then shut the book.
- Book I, Canto VIII, II The Revelation.
- I drew my bride, beneath the moon,
Across my threshold; happy hour!
But, ah, the walk that afternoon
We saw the water-flags in flower!
- Book I, Canto VIII, III The Spirit's Epochs.
- "I saw you take his kiss!" "'Tis true."
"O, modesty!" "'Twas strictly kept:
He thought me asleep; at least, I knew
He thought I thought he thought I slept."
- Book II, Canto VIII, III The Kiss.
- A woman is a foreign land.
- Book II. Canto IX, II The Foreign Land.
The Unknown Eros and Other Poems (1877)
- The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon’s height
Is not so sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul
That darts to its delight
Straight from the absolution of a faithful fight.
- Peace, p. 28.
- Life is not life at all without delight.
- Victory in Defeat, p. 36.
- To have nought
Is to have all things without care or thought!
- Legem Tuam Dilexi, p. 47.
- Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,
I struck him, and dismiss'd
With hard words and unkiss'd,
—His Mother, who was patient, being dead.
- The Toys, p. 50.
- For want of me the world’s course will not fail;
When all its work is done the lie shall rot;
The truth is great and shall prevail
When none cares whether it prevail or not.
- Magna est Veritas, p. 62.
- None thrives for long upon the happiest dream.
- Tired Memory, p. 95.
- The flower of olden sanctities.
- 1867, p. 123.