| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (18091892) (continued) |
| | | 6768 | O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine! |
| The Daisy. Stanza 1. |
| 6769 | So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold. |
| The Daisy. Stanza 24. |
| 6770 | Read my little fable: He that runs may read. 1 Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. |
| The Flower. |
| 6771 | With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair. |
| The Princess. Prologue. Line 141. |
| 6772 | A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she. |
| The Princess. Part i. Line 153. |
| 6773 | Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever. |
| The Princess. Part ii. Line 355. |
| 6774 | Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying. |
| The Princess. Part iii. Line 352. |
| 6775 | O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. |
| The Princess. Part iii. Line 360. |
| 6776 | | There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun. |
| The Princess. Part iv. Line 1. |
| 6777 | Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair
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