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• So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Daisy, Stanza 24...
• Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 1...
• And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xv, Stanza 5...
• O last regret, regret can die! -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxviii, Stanza 5
• Who battled for the True, the Just. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lvi, Stanza 5
• I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxi, Stanza 6...
• Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cv, Stanza 5...
• But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lie
  The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain....
• Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flow
  Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone....