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• His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Idylls of the King, Launcelot and Elaine...
• It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Idylls of the King, Merlin and Vivie...
• Authority forgets a dying king. -- Alfred, Lord Tennyso
• And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 3...
• Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the Quee...
• All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Charge of the Light Brigade, Stanza 1...
• But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 5...
• He's a trash-culture king on a four-color throne
• Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Stanza 5...