And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man. —Page 86.
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes may be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought. —Page 88.
And when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-like beauty,
Asleep by the gates of light. —Page 129.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent. —Page 173.
And there through the flash of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass as with eagle flight. —Page 224.
Noiselessly as the springtime
Her crown of verdure weaves,
And all the trees on all the hills
Open their thousand leaves. —Page 267.
Who dies in youth and vigor, dies the best,
Struck through with wounds, all honest, on the breast. —Page 369.
(Volume V)
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead thou me on;
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years. —Page 111.