From poem "To J.S."
That tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
From "Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington."
The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
From "The Passing of Arthur."
Howe'er it be, it seems to me
'T is only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
From "Lady Clara Vere de Vere."
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
A lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
From "The Grandmother."
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.