“Not once or twice in our fair island-story,The path of duty was the way to glory.”

“Above,the fair hall-ceiling stately set Many an arch high up did lift,And angels rising and descending met With interchange of gift.”

“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”

“Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”

“O love, O fire! once he drewWith one long kiss my whole soul throughMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.”

“Seal'd her minefrom her first sweet breathMine, and mine by right, from birth till deathMine, mine-our fathers have sworn.”

“Dark house, by which once more I standHere in the long unlovely street,Doors, where my heart was used to beatSo quickly, waiting for a hand,A hand that can be clasp'd no more -Behold me, for I cannot sleep,And like a guilty thing I creepAt earliest morning to the door.He is not here; but far awayThe noise of life begins again,And ghastly thro' the drizzling rainOn the bald street breaks the blank day.”