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• O last regret, regret can die! -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxxviii, Stanza 5
• Who battled for the True, the Just. -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lvi, Stanza 5
• But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 5...
• Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cv, Stanza 5...
• And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xviii, Stanza 1...
• Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxxii, 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...
• Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, vi, Stanza 2...
• Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cv, Stanza 1...