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• And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 2...
• There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xcvi, Stanza 3...
• Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza 2...
• Some novel power Sprang up forever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much In watching thee from hour to hour.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cxii, Stanza 3...
• And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xv, Stanza 5...
• Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxxii, Stanza 1...
• Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, vi, Stanza 2...
• O last regret, regret can die! -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxviii, Stanza 5
• Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xlviii, Stanza 4...