He makes no friend who never made a foe.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHe makes no friend who never made a foe.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOurs is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTheirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONRing out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONIn time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONWe are all a part of every person we have ever met.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOurs not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHappy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONMy life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTrust me not at all, or all in all.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHer eyes are homes of silent prayers.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThis barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON