“But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.” Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson
“It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.” NeedsHas BeensPleasureKnownDutyHighestProfitLancelot Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.” MenLightBloodRoseFranceDemonCelticDemos Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!” StillsHandsSoundVoiceHavensGoes OnShipsHills Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.” MenMomentsDiesBornCups Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.” LittlesMotherFatherWaterSleepSeaDyingSweetWindMoonLowsWestWesternBlowBreatheTheeBreastsSilverRollingSailNestsBabe Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.” LawCreationRedAnd LoveFinalsTeethCreedsTrustedClaws Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.” MenDiesHappy Man Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.” WorldTogetherLyingHouseMankindRoundsCloudsGoldenHillsValleysCarelessBoltsNectar Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.” MadeEyeArtistBlackFrontsHairIdealsMarchPencilsPansies Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson