I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch’d forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever. — Alfred Lord Tennyson