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• 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...
• Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 141
• Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is swee
  Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees....
• Let knowledge grow from more to more.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, Prologue, Line 25...
• Unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 33...
• There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 1...
• 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....
• 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...
• 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....