Toggle navigation
Collections
Fun
Jokes
Fortune
Photo
Nicknames
Blog
ﻮﺑﻻگ
Iran
Men, My Brothers, Men The Workers, Ever Reaping Something New.
Home
›
Fortune Cookies
›
Miscellaneous Collections
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- Locksley Hall, Line 117
Related:
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 137...
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 168...
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 184...
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 75...
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 105...
I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 178...
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 141
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 182...
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 79