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• As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere...
• And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the Quee...
• Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part i, Sect.
  xxii, Stanza 9...
• This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- To the Quee...
• In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Idylls of the King, Dedicatio...
• Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxxii, Stanza 1...
• 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...
• Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Stanza 5...
• Authority forgets a dying king. -- Alfred, Lord Tennyso