More quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

"So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry."
"So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry."
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."
"Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."