Quotes about Alfred

The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.

O Sorrow, wilt Thou live with meNo casual mistress, but a wife.

Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?Proputty, proputty, proputty—that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,And all thy heart lies open unto me.

The lion on your old stone gatesIs not more cold to you than I.