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• In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Idylls of the King, Dedicatio...
• It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Idylls of the King, Merlin and Vivie...
• Authority forgets a dying king. -- Alfred, Lord Tennyso
• 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....
• But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 105...
• 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....
• There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
  -- Alfred, Lord Tennyso...
• As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere...
• That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 4...