What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Alfred Lord TennysonJewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
Alfred Lord TennysonThose who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
Alfred Lord TennysonRing in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.
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