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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
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I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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Better not be at all than not be noble.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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And every dew-drop paints a bow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange – blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
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A louse in the locks of literature.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
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So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight.
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O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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The white flower of a blameless life.
Alfred Lord Tennyson