Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
Alfred Lord TennysonMastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
Alfred Lord TennysonI can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson