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There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.
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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why?
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.
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The mighty hopes that make us men.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.
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Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
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Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Alfred Lord Tennyson