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• There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 1...
• Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eye
  In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more....
• O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or rive
  Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever....
• Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part ii, Line 355...
• A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part i, Line 153...
• Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for othe
  deep as love,-- Deep as first love, and wild with all regret....
• With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Prologue, Line 141...
• Authority forgets a dying king. -- Alfred, Lord Tennyso
• Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him
  and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay....