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• Unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 33...
• A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part i, Line 153...
• Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part ii, Line 355...
• Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eye
  In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more....
• Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for othe
  deep as love,-- Deep as first love, and wild with all regret....
• With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Prologue, Line 141...
• Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him
  and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay....
• O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or rive
  Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever....
• Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is swee
  Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees....