As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
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
Ah, why Should life all labour be?
Source: The Lotus-Eaters. iv.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Source: Memoriam, 1850, line 27, stanza 4
Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
Source: Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5.
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