Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
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I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
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But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.
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I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
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Virtue must shape itself in deed.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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Bible reading is an education in itself.
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Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
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I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
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That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
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The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
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Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.