Lewis Morris (poet)

Sir Lewis Morris (23 January 1833 – 12 November 1907) was a popular poet of the Anglo-Welsh school.

• Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget
  Divinest harmonies.
  • "Love's Suicide", line 27, in Songs of Two Worlds (London: Henry S. King & Co., 1871), p. 39.

• Call no faith false which e'er has brought
  Relief to any laden life,
  Cessation to the pain of thought,
  Refreshment 'mid the dust of strife.
  • "Tolerance", line 1, in Songs of Two Worlds: Second Series (London: Henry S. King & Co., 1874), p. 92.

• What power was this—chance, will you say? But chance, what else can it mean
  Than the hidden Cause of things by human reason unseen?
  • "Evensong", line 25, in Songs of Two Worlds: Third series (London: Henry S. King & Co., 1875), p. 23.

London: Henry S. King & Co., 1877

• Love for Love
  And Blood for Blood—the simple golden rule
  Taught by the elder gods.
  • Book I: Tartarus. "Clytemnestra", line125; p. 62.

• Life is a chase,
  And man the hunter, always following on,
  With hounds of rushing thought or fiery sense,
  Some hidden truth or beauty, fleeting still
  For ever through the thick-leaved coverts deep
  And wind-worn wolds of life.
  • Book II: Hades. "Actæon", line 136; p. 117

• [T]he world still needs
  Its champion as of old, and finds him still.
  • Book III: Olympus. "Herakles", line 38; p. 246.

London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., 1880

• Sweet maidenhood! that to a silvery chime
  Of music, and chaste fancies undefiled,
  And modest grace and mild
  Comëst, best gift of God to men.
  • "The Ode of Youth: II. Maidenhood", line 5; p. 44.

• Toil is the law of life and its best fruit.
  • "The Ode of Perfect Years: III. Labour", p. 80.

• The victories of Right
  Are born of strife.
  There were no Day were there no Night,
  Nor, without dying, Life.
  • "The Ode of Evil", p. 110.

London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co., Ltd, 1901

• The wind that sighs before the dawn
  Chases the gloom of night,
  The curtains of the East are drawn,
  And suddenly—'tis light.
  • "Le Vent de l'Esprit", line 1; p. 6.

• The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
  All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
  • "A New Orphic Hymn", line 5; p. 10.

• Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
  Young voices sing;
  Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
  For lo! 'tis Spring!
  Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
  And hope revives again.
  • "Life-Music", line 1; p. 75.

• The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.
  • "The Diamond Jubilee: An Ode", line 11; p. 87.

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