“So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.”
AL
“Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fat...”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy la...”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
“I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson