It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
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.
Source: Memorium, i.
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.
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