Into the jaws of death.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3.
Contributed by: Zaady
And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips.
Source: Locksley Hall
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
He seems to near and yet so far.
Source: Memoriam, 1850
God's finger touched him and he slept.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Source: The Golden Year.
Howe'er it be it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
How fares it with the happy dead?
And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
Source: The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.
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