I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Memorium, i.
Contributed by: Zaady
I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Source: Line 168.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Source: Locksley Hall. Line 19.
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.
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.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Source: Idylls of the King. Launcelot and Elaine.
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