Lewis Morris (poet)

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

Quotes

 * 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.

The Epic of Hades (1877)
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.

The Ode of Life (1880)
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.

Harvest-Tide (1901)
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.