The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.
Alfred Lord TennysonAll the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
Alfred Lord TennysonSo now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
Alfred Lord TennysonI hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Alfred Lord TennysonCourtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Alfred Lord Tennyson