A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
Alfred Lord TennysonThat which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
Alfred Lord TennysonSweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Alfred Lord TennysonI am going a long way With these thou seรซst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Alfred Lord Tennyson