But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Break, break, break.
Contributed by: Zaady
Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love,- Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. Oh death in life, the days that are no more!
Source: Line 36.
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
Source: The Grandmother
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
O damned vacillating state!
Source: Supposed Confessions, 1830, last line
All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
Source: The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1.
Across the walnuts and the wine.
Source: The Miller's Daughter.
Be near me when my light is low.
Source: Memoriam, 1850
He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.
Little flower, but if I could understand, what you are, root and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
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