This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: To the Queen
Contributed by: Zaady
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
Source: The Two Voices, 1832
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.
Unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.
Source: Line 33.
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Source: Line 94.
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
Source: The Princess. Prologue. Line 141.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Source: Line 137.
Thy leaf has perished in the green, And while we breathe beneath the sun, The world which credits what is done Is cold to all that might have been.
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet! Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Source: To J. S.
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