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We loved, sir — used to meet:
How sad and bad and mad it was —
But then, how it was sweet!

"Confessions" (1864)

Fail I alone, in words and deeds?
Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

"The Last Ride Together" (1859)

I judge people by what they might be,—not are, nor will be.

A Soul's Tragedy (1846)

The lie was dead
And damned, and truth stood up instead.

Bells and Pomegranates No. III: Dramatic Lyrics: Count Gismond (1842)

Deeds let escape are never to be done.

"Sordello" (1840)