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Sir William Schwenck Gilbert. (1836–1911)

• You have a daughter, Captain Reese,
  Ten female cousins and a niece,
  A ma, if what I'm told is true,
  Six sisters and an aunt or two.
  Now, somehow, Sir, it seems to me,
  More friendly-like we all should be
  If you united of them to
  Unmarried members of the crew.
  • Captain Reese.

• Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
  And the mate of the Nancy brig,
  And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite
  And the crew of the captain's gig.
  • The Yarn of the "Nancy Bell". Compare: There were three sailors of Bristol city
    Who took a boat and went to sea.
    But first with beef and captain's biscuits
    And pickled pork they loaded she.
    There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy,
    And the youngest he was little Billee.
    Now when they got as far as the Equator
    They'd nothing left but one split pea.
    W. M. Thackeray: Little Billee.

• Roll on, thou ball, roll on
  Through pathless realms of space,
  Roll on!
  • To the Terrestrial Globe.

• It's true I've got no shirts to wear,
  It's true my butcher's bill is due,
  It's true my prospects all look blue,
  But don't let that unsettle you!
  Never you mind!
  Roll on!
  (It roll on.)
  • To the Terrestrial Globe.

• He is an Englishman!
  For he himself has said it,
  And it's greatly to his credit,
  That he's an Englishman!.
  
  For he might have been a Rooshian
  A French or Turk or Proosian,
  Or perhaps Itali-an.
  But in spite of all temptations
  To belong to other nations,
  He remains an Englishman.
  • The Englishman.

• I love my fellow-creatures, I do all the good I can,
  Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man
  And I can't think why!
  • The disagreeable Man.

• Ah, take one consideration with another
  A policeman's lot is not a happy one!
  • The Policeman's Lot.

• Bad language or abuse
  I never, never use,
  Whatever the emergency;
  Though "Bother it" I may
  Occasionally say,
  I never never use a big, big D.
  • The first Lord's Song.

• The Law is the true embodiment
  Of everything that's excellent.
  It has no kind of fault or flaw,
  And I, my Lords, embody the Law.
  • The Lord Chancellor's Song.

• On a tree by a river a little tomtit
  Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow"
  And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
  Singing ‘Willow, titwillow, titwillow?'.
  "Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried,
  "Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"
  With a shake of his poor little head he replied,
  "Oh, Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
  • The Suicide's Grave.

• Life's a pudding full of plums;
  Care's a canker that benumbs,
  Wherefore waste our elocution
  On impossible solution?
  Life's a pleasant institution,
  Let us take it as it comes!
  • The tangled Skein.

• As innocent as a new-laid egg.
  • Engaged.

William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

• And 't is my faith, that every flower
  Enjoys the air it breathes.
  • Lines written in Early Spring.

• Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,
  Or surely you 'll grow double!
  Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!
  Why all this toil and trouble?
  • The Tables Turned.

• The bane of all that dread the Devil.
  • The Idiot Boy.

• The fretful stir
  Unprofitable, and the fever of the world
  Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
  • Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

• Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel
  To self-reproach.
  • The Old Cumberland Beggar.

• As in the eye of Nature he has lived,
  So in the eye of Nature let him die!
  • The Old Cumberland Beggar.

• Full twenty times was Peter feared,
  For once that Peter was respected.
  • Part I, stanza 3.

• One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
  • Nutting.

• A violet by a mossy stone
  Half hidden from the eye;
  Fair as a star, when only one
  Is shining in the sky.
  • She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, st. ? (1799).

• The stars of midnight shall be dear
  To her; and she shall lean her ear
  In many a secret place
  Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
  And beauty born of murmuring sound
  Shall pass into her face.
  • Three years she grew in Sun and Shower.

• The cattle are grazing,
  Their heads never raising;
  There are forty feeding like one!
  • The Cock is crowing.

• Often have I sighed to measure
  By myself a lonely pleasure,—
  Sighed to think I read a book,
  Only read, perhaps, by me.
  • To the Small Celandine.

• Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
  Of still and serious thought went round,
  It seemed as if he drank it up,
  He felt with spirit so profound.
  • Matthew.

• A happy youth, and their old age
  Is beautiful and free.
  • The Fountain, st. ?? (1799).

• And often, glad no more,
  We wear a face of joy because
  We have been glad of yore.
  • The Fountain, st. ?? (1799).

• Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
  Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
  • The Brothers.

• And he is oft the wisest man
  Who is not wise at all.
  • The Oak and the Broom.

• "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
  But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
  • Hart-leap Well, part ii.

• Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
  • Hart-leap Well, part ii.

• Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
  With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
  • Hart-leap Well, part ii.

• A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
  • Stanzas written in Thomson's Castle of Indolence.

• We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
  When such are wanted.
  • To the Daisy.

• The poet's darling.
  • To the Daisy.

• The best of what we do and are,
  Just God, forgive!
  • Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith.

• For old, unhappy, far-off things,
  And battles long ago.
  • The Solitary Reaper.

• Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain
  That has been, and may be again.
  • The Solitary Reaper.

• Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
  Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
  Frozen by distance.
  • Address to Kilchurn Castle.

• Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
  The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
  The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
  Float double, swan and shadow!
  • Yarrow Unvisited.

• A remnant of uneasy light.
  • The Matron of Jedborough.

• To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,
  A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!
  • The Small Celandine.

• Like,—but oh how different!
  • Yes, it was the Mountain Echo.

• Maidens withering on the stalk.
  • Personal Talk. Stanza 1.

• Sweetest melodies
  Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
  • Personal Talk. Stanza 2.

• The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
  And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.
  • Personal Talk. Stanza 3.

• Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
  Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!—
  The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
  Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
  • Personal Talk. Stanza 4.

• A power is passing from the earth.
  • Lines on the expected Dissolution of Mr. Fox.

• Two voices are there: one is of the sea,
  One of the mountains,—each a mighty voice.
  • Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland.

• Earth helped him with the cry of blood.
  • Song at the Feast of Broughton Castle.

• The silence that is in the starry sky.
  • Ibid.

• The monumental pomp of age
  Was with this goodly personage;
  A stature undepressed in size,
  Unbent, which rather seemed to rise
  In open victory o'er the weight
  Of seventy years, to loftier height.
  • The White Doe of Rylstone, canto iii.

• "What is good for a bootless bene?"
  With these dark words begins my tale;
  And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring
  When prayer is of no avail?
  • Force of Prayer.

• A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules.
  • Alas! what boots the long laborious Quest?

• But shapes that come not at an earthly call
  Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
  • Dion.

• But thou that didst appear so fair
  To fond imagination,
  Dost rival in the light of day
  Her delicate creation.
  • Yarrow Visited.

• 'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
  Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
  Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
  And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
  • Weak is the Will of Man.

• We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud
  And magnify thy name Almighty God!
  But man is thy most awful instrument
  In working out a pure intent.
  • Ode. Imagination before Content.

• Sad fancies do we then affect,
  In luxury of disrespect
  To our own prodigal excess
  Of too familiar happiness.
  • Ode to Lycoris.

• That kill the bloom before its time,
  And blanch, without the owner's crime,
  The most resplendent hair.
  • Lament of Mary Queen of Scots.

• The sightless Milton, with his hair
  Around his placid temples curled;
  And Shakespeare at his side,—a freight,
  If clay could think and mind were weight,
  For him who bore the world!
  • The Italian Itinerant.

• Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
  That for oblivion take their daily birth
  From all the fuming vanities of earth.
  • Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France.

• Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
  Of servile opportunity to gold.
  • Desultory Stanza.

• Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
  False fires, that others may be lost.
  • To the Lady Fleming.

• But hushed be every thought that springs
  From out the bitterness of things.
  • Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to Sir G. H. B.

• To the solid ground
  Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
  • A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.

• Soft is the music that would charm forever;
  The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
  • Not Love, not War.

• True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
  Whose veil is unremoved
  Till heart with heart in concord beats,
  And the lover is beloved.
  • To ———. Let other Bards of Angels sing.

• Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
  True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
  • To a Skylark.

• A Briton even in love should be
  A subject, not a slave!
  • Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew.

• Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
  Mindless of its just honours; with this key
  Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
  • Scorn not the Sonnet.

• And when a damp
  Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
  The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
  Soul-animating strains,—alas! too few.
  • Scorn not the Sonnet.

• But he is risen, a later star of dawn.
  • A Morning Exercise.

• Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
  • A Morning Exercise.

• When his veering gait
  And every motion of his starry train
  Seem governed by a strain
  Of music, audible to him alone.
  • The Triad.

• Alas! how little can a moment show
  Of an eye where feeling plays
  In ten thousand dewy rays:
  A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
  • The Triad.

• Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
  • On the Power of Sound. xii.

• The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
  That no philosophy can lift.
  • Presentiments.

• Nature's old felicities.
  • The Trosachs.

• Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
  Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
  Have passed away; less happy than the one
  That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove
  The tender charm of poetry and love.
  • Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833.xxxvii.

• Small service is true service while it lasts.
  Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
  The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
  Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
  • To a Child. Written in her Album.

• Since every mortal power of Coleridge
  Was frozen at its marvellous source,
  The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
  The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
  And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
  Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
  • Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.

• How fast has brother followed brother,
  From sunshine to the sunless land!
  • Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.

• Those old credulities, to Nature dear,
  Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock
  Of history?
  • Memorials of a Tour in Italy, iv.

• How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
  Because the lovely little flower is free

Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

• • A Poet! He hath put his Heart to School.

• Minds that have nothing to confer
  Find little to perceive.
  • Yes, Thou art Fair.

Ecclesiastical Sonnets

• Babylon,
  Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,
  Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh
  That would lament her.
  • Part i. xxv.Missions and Travels.

• As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear
  Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
  Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
  Into main ocean they, this deed accursed
  An emblem yields to friends and enemies
  How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
  By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.
  • Part ii. xvii. To Wickliffe.

• The feather, whence the pen
  Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,

Dropped from an angel's wing.

• • Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives.

• Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
  • Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives.

• But who would force the soul tilts with a straw
  Against a champion cased in adamant.
  • Part iii. vii. Persecution of the Scottish Covenanters.

• Where music dwells
  Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
  Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
  That they were born for immortality.
  • Part iii. xliii. Inside of King's Chapel, Cambridge.

Laodamia

• The gods approve
  The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

• Mightier far
  Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway
  Of magic potent over sun and star,
  Is Love, though oft to agony distrest,
  And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.

• Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,
  Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

• He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
  In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
  No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—
  The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

• Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there
  In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
  An ampler ether, a diviner air,
  And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

• Yet tears to human suffering are due;
  And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
  Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

Character of the Happy Warrior

• Who, doomed to go in company with Pain
  And Fear and Bloodshed,—miserable train!—
  Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

• Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
  Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

• But who, if he be called upon to face
  Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
  Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
  Is happy as a lover.

• And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
  In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

• Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
  Nor thought of tender happiness betray.