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