O damned vacillating state!
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Supposed Confessions, 1830, last line
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
Source: “Sir Galahad,”Complete Poetical Works of Tennyson, p. 101.
And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
Source: To the Queen
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dew on the still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentler on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
Source: Part i. Line 153.
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