Alfred Lord Tennyson

I am on fire within._x000D_ There comes no murmur of reply._x000D_ What is it that will take away my sin,_x000D_ And save me lest I die?

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

After-dinner talk _x000D_ _x000D_ Across the walnuts and the wine.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point. ..._x000D_ _x000D_ Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. ..._x000D_ _x000D_ Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

But for the unquiet heart and brain_x000D_ _x000D_ A use in measured language lies;_x000D_ _x000D_ The sad mechanic exercise_x000D_ _x000D_ Like dull narcotics numbing pain.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.