Lord Alfred Tennyson

So many worlds so much to do So little done such things to be.

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words like Nature half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea!

Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark.

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.

Home they brought her warrior dead.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Break break break On thy cold gray stones O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Go little letter apace apace Fly Fly to the light in the valley below - Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.

The war-drum throbb'd no longer and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man the federation of the world.

A life of nothing's nothing worth From that first nothing ere his birth To that last nothing under earth.

I chatter chatter as I flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go But I go on forever.

Marriages are made in Heaven.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go Come from the dying moon and blow Blow him again to me While my little one while my pretty one sleeps.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright - But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.'

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

The white flower of a blameless life.

For tho' from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.