Mastering the lawless science of our law,- That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Aylmer's Field.
Contributed by: Zaady
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Source: Line 117.
More black than ash-buds in the front of March.
Source: The Gardener's Daughter.
O love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Source: Fatima. Stanza 3.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Source: The Daisy. Stanza 1.
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
Source: Love and Duty.
Oh good gray head which all men knew!
Source: Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Source: The Flower.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
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