|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (18091892) (continued)|
| 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.|
| So dear a life your arms enfold,|
Whose crying is a cry for gold.
| The Daisy. Stanza 24.|
| Read my little fable:|
He that runs may read. 1
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
| The Flower.|
| With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,|
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
| The Princess. Prologue. Line 141.|
| A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,|
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
| The Princess. Part i. Line 153.|
| Jewels five-words-long,|
That on the stretched forefinger of all Time
| The Princess. Part ii. Line 355.|
| Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!|
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
| The Princess. Part iii. Line 352.|
| 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.|
| There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.|
| The Princess. Part iv. Line 1.|
| Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.|
Tears from the depth of some divine despair