I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Line 168.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use,- As tho' to breathe were life!
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Source: The Palace of Art.
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