Lewis Morris (poet)

thumb|right|Sir Lewis Morris 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 begetDivinest 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 broughtRelief 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 meanThan 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 LoveAnd Blood for Blood—the simple golden ruleTaught by the elder gods. Book I: Tartarus. "Clytemnestra", line 125; p. 62. How far high failure overleaps the boundOf low successes. Book II: Hades. "Marsyas", line 188; p. 75 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 stillFor ever through the thick-leaved coverts deepAnd wind-worn wolds of life. Book II: Hades. "Actæon", line 136; p. 117 [T]he world still needsIts champion as of old, and finds him still. Book III: Olympus. "Herakles", line 38; p. 246. Knowledge is a steep which few may climb,While Duty is a path which all may tread. Book III: Olympus. "Heré", line 27; p. 262. Quoted by John Bright at the unveiling in 1877 of the statue of Richard Cobden at the Wool Exchange, Bradford. The Ode of Life (1880) London: C. Kegan Paul & Co., 1880 Sweet maidenhood! that to a silvery chimeOf music, and chaste fancies undefiled,And modest grace and mildComëst, 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 RightAre 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 dawnChases 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. External links Category:1833 births Category:1907 deaths Category:Poets from Wales