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    Alfred Tennyson
    “Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
    Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell,
    Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
    That seems to draw—but it shall not be so:
    Let all be well, be well.”
    Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Vol. 3: Maud in Memoriam; The Princess; Enoch Arden

  • #2
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “No more let life divide what death can join together.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais

  • #3
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • #4
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

  • #5
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “I arise from dreams of thee,
    And a spirit in my feet
    Has led me- who knows how?
    To thy chamber-window, Sweet!”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • #6
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “Death is the veil which those who live call life;
    They sleep, and it is lifted.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

  • #7
    Lewis Carroll
    “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #8
    Hal Borland
    “No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”
    Hal Borland

  • #9
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I sit beside the fire and think
    Of all that I have seen
    Of meadow flowers and butterflies
    In summers that have been

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer
    In autumns that there were
    With morning mist and silver sun
    And wind upon my hair

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of how the world will be
    When winter comes without a spring
    That I shall ever see

    For still there are so many things
    That I have never seen
    In every wood in every spring
    There is a different green

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of people long ago
    And people that will see a world
    That I shall never know

    But all the while I sit and think
    Of times there were before
    I listen for returning feet
    And voices at the door”
    J.R.R. Tolkien



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