Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill’d their Christ. — Alfred Lord Tennyson