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The year is dying in the night.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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God and Nature met in light.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The thrall in person may be free in soul.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Bible reading is an education in itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The last great Englishman is low.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
