Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“ And Victor he must ever be.
For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill
And break the shore, and evermore
Make and break, and work their will;
Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll
Round us, each with different powers,
And other forms of life than ours,
What know we greater than the soul?
On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears:
The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears:
The black earth yawns: the mortal disappears ”

“ With rugged maxims hewn from life;
Who never spoke against a foe;
Whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke
All great self-seekers trampling on the right:
Truth-teller was our England's Alfred named ”

“ They reel, they roll in clanging lists,
⁠And when the tide of combat stands,
Perfume and flowers fall in showers,
⁠That lightly rain from ladies' hands.
How sweet are looks that ladies bend
⁠On whom their favours fall! ”

“ Song from "The Princess."
ASK me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? ”

“ She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
"She must weep or she will die."
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Call'd him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe ”

“ My strength is as the strength of ten,
⁠Because my heart is pure. ”