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• Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace! Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To J. S....
• The shadow cloak'd from head to foot.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza 1...
• This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the Quee...
• This is thy hour, O Soul; Thy free flight into the wordless Away from books, from art.
  The day erased; the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, Silent, gazing....
• Don't hate yourself in the morning - Sleep till noon.
• Don't hate yourself in the morning -- sleep till noon.