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• Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, vi, Stanza 2...
• And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lxiv, Stanza 2...
• So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, lv, Stanza 2...
• Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxiii, Stanza 2...
• Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, Conclusion, Stanza 10...
• 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 in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
  Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be!...
• And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, Defamed by every charlatan, And soil'd with all ignoble use.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, cxi, Stanza 6...
• Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow
  The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true....