Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form.
In Memoriam. xxxiii. Stanza 1.
Note 1. See Shakespeare, page 144; also FitzGerald, Rubáiyát, xix. [back]
Note 2. I sing but as the linnet sings: Ich singe, wie der Vogel singt Der in den Zweigen wohnet. Goethe: Wilhelm Meister, book ii, chap. xi. [back]
Note 3. See Crabbe, page 444. Arthur Hugh Clough: Peschiera. What voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? T is better to have fought and lost Than never to have fought at all.
Congreve: The Way of the World, Act ii. Scene i. Say what you will, t is better to be left Than never to have loved. [back]