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• So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lv, Stanza 2...
• So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxiii, Stanza 1...
• I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxi, Stanza 6...
• Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 1...
• And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, Defamed by every charlatan, And soil'd with all ignoble use.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cxi, Stanza 6...
• One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event To which the whole creation moves.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, Conclusion, Stanza 36...
• And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xviii, Stanza 1...
• And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 2...
• And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xv, Stanza 5...