Alfred Tennyson quotes:

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood."

All day within the dreamy house,The doors upon their hinges creaked;The blue fly sang in the pane; the mouseBehind the mouldering wainscot shrieked,Or from the crevice peered about.Old faces glimmered through the doors,Old footsteps trod the upper floors,Old voices called her from without. . . ."

She howl'd aloud, I am on fire within.There comes no murmur of reply.What is it that will take away my sin,And save me lest I die?