Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
Source: The Idylls of the King, The Dedication
Contributed by: Zaady
Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
Source: Memoriam, 1850
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; 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. Stanza 8.
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.
A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?"
Source: The Two Voices, 1832
He never mocks, For mockery is the fume of little hearts.
Source: The Idylls of the King, Guinevere
Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Source: Line 308.
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
Copyright © 2015 Gaiam, Inc.