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• Oh good gray head which all men knew!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 4...
• For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 6...
• Not once or twice in our rough-island story The path of duty was the way to glory.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 8...
• All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Charge of the Light Brigade, Stanza 1...
• Thy leaf has perish'd in the green, And while we breathe beneath the sun, The world, which credits what is done, Is cold to all that might have been.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- lxxv, Stanza 4...
• Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
  -- Alfred Lord Tennyson, (1809-1892) In Memoriam, 1850, line 27, stanza 4...
• Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xlviii, Stanza 4...
• The great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lv, Stanza 4...
• That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lie
  That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outrigh...