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• He seems so near, and yet so far. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xcvii, Stanza 6
• The great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lv, Stanza 4...
• So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxiii, Stanza 1...
• And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 2...
• Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, vi, Stanza 2...
• Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza 2...
• So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Daisy, Stanza 24...
• But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lie
  The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain....
• Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow
  The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true....