Alfred Lord Tennyson
Category: Wise Words
The vow that binds too strictly
Once he drew With one long kiss my
whole soul thro' My lips, as
sunlight drinketh dew.
The city is built To music,
therefore never built at all, And
therefore built forever.
Music that gentlier on the spirit
lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired
We cannot be kind to each other
here for even an hour. We whisper,
and hint, and chuckle and grin at
our brother's shame; however you
take it we men are a little breed.
self-control; these three alone
lead one to sovereign power.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is
remembering happier times.
My strength has the strength of ten
because my heart is pure.
If I had a flower for every time I
thought of you, I could walk in my