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• Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part i, Sect.
  xxii, Stanza 9...
• Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part i, Sect. ii...
• Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flow
  Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone....
• Gorgonized me from head to foot, With a stony British stare.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part i, Sect. xiii, Stanza 2...
• That jewell'd mass of millinery, That oil'd and curl'd Assyrian Bull.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Maud, Part i, Sect. vi, Stanza 6...
• Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And while we breathe beneath the sun, The world, which credits what is done, Is cold to all that might have been.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- lxxv, Stanza 4...
• There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 1...
• Some novel power Sprang up forever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much In watching thee from hour to hour.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cxii, Stanza 3...
• Christ himself was poor.... And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.
  -- Robert Burton (1577-1640) -- The Anatomy of Melancholy, Part ii, Sect. 2, Memb. 3...