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.

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