He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- Locksley Hall, Line 49
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- Locksley Hall, Line 49
Related:
- Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line... - Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
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Locksley Hall, Line... - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line... - With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line... - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line... - I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost Than never to have... - But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line... - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
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Locksley Hall, Line... - Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line...
