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• Large elements in order brought, And tracts of calm from tempest made, And world-wide fluctuation sway'd, In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cxii, Stanza 4...
• Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, vi, Stanza 2...
• The great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lv, Stanza 4...
• And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xviii, Stanza 1...
• The shadow cloak'd from head to foot.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza 1...
• 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...
• And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Mazeppa, Stanza 10...
• And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 3...
• There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xcvi, Stanza 3...