Ulysses.
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
Tithonus.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Locksley Hall. Line 19.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Locksley Hall. Line 33.
[[626]]