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• 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....
• There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 1...
• Unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Part iv, Line 33...
• 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....
• 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...
• With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Princess, Prologue, Line 141...
• In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove
  In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love....
• Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with migh
  Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight....