Quote #94
I remember one that perish'd: sweetly did she speak and move: Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to love.
More from Alfred (Lord) Tennyson
- Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
- Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
- He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
- Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall, Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shadows rise and fall.
- In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
- O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
- Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn.
- What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these? Every door is barred with gold, and opens but to golden keys. Every gat…