Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'The Lady of Shalott' (revised1842), pt.1, l.28^32.

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip In Memoriam A.H.H. Their wings in tears, and skim away.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 48, l.15^16.

Peace; come away: the song of woe Is after all an earthly song: Peace; come away: we do him wrong To sing so wildly: let us go.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 57, l.1^4.

And round thee with the breeze of song To stir a little dust of praise.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 75, l.11^12.

And drowned in yonder living blue The lark become a sightless song.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto115, l.7^8.

An impotent people, Sick with inbreeding. Worrying the carcase of an old song.

-Thomas, R(onald) S(tuart)
  'Welsh Landscape'.

   The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.

-Wordsworth,William
  'Hart-LeapWell', part 2, l.97^100.

Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreamsöcan breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Manö My haunt, and the main region of my song.

-Wordsworth,William
  'The Excursion', preface, l.35^41.

   My lute, awake! Perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.

-Wyatt, SirThomas (the Elder)
  'My Lute, Awake!'

Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'HeThinks ofThose who have Spoken Evil of His Beloved', complete poem. Collected in TheWind Among the Reeds (1899).

I have made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'A Coat', complete poem. Collected in Responsibilities (1914).