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• So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Daisy, Stanza 24...
• O love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Fatima, Stanza 3...
• O last regret, regret can die! -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxviii, Stanza 5
• Ah, Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part ii, Sect. iv, Stanza 3...
• All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Charge of the Light Brigade, Stanza 1...
• And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xviii, Stanza 1...
• Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxxii, Stanza 1...
• Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 1...
• Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cv, Stanza 1...