He seems so near, and yet so far.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- In Memoriam, xcvii, Stanza 6
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- In Memoriam, xcvii, Stanza 6
Related:
- So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lv, Stanza... - So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxiii... - I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxi, Stanza... - Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza... - And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan, And soil'd with all ignoble... - 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... - And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xviii... - And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv,... - And topples round the dreary west
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xv, Stanza...
