5 Quotes by Tennyson

I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul

Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever and forever when I move.How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!As though to breathe were life!

Time...a maniac scattering dust.

The quiet sense of something lost

The year is dying in the night.