But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Break, break, break.
Contributed by: Zaady
Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
Source: Stanza 2.
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.
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Source: The Two Voices, 1832
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,- These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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