Quote #107
Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
More from Alfred (Lord) Tennyson
- Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
- Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall …
- Mated with a squalid savage - what to me were sun or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time -
- It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal law…
- There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
- I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That lov…
- Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine -
- I am part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and f…