Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Line 117.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Source: Idylls of the King. Merlin and Vivien.
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