The old order changeth, yielding place to new, / And God fulfils Himself in many ways,
The dying King Arthur speaks these words to Sir Bedivere as he is carried away by barge. Tennyson published the poem in 1842 and later reworked it as “The Passing of Arthur”, the closing part of Idylls of the King.
Break, break, break, / On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! / And I would that my tongue could utter / The thoughts that arise in me.
In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw / With ravine, shriek’d against his creed—
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, / The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.