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• Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the Quee...
• As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere...
• A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part i, Line 153...
• Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part i, Sect.
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• This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the Quee...
• I am a part of all that I have met. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ulysse
• It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ulysse...
• He seems so near, and yet so far. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xcvii, Stanza 6
• Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 1...