In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2.

And lives to clutch the golden keys,

To mould a mighty state's decrees,

And shape the whisper of the throne.

In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3.

So many worlds, so much to do,

So little done, such things to be.

In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1.

Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,

And while we breathe beneath the sun,