Volume 1 / Book 8 — ALFRED TENNYSON.
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Locksley Hall.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
In Memoriam. xxvii.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Fatima. St. 3.
O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.