“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

“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.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson