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Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.
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To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
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Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales. They said that Love would die when Hope was gone. And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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Virtue must shape itself in deed.
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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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And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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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Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
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The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
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Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
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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.
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The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
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That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
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There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
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We needs must love the highest when we see it.
Alfred Lord Tennyson