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I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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
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The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point. ... Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. ... Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Silence, beautiful voice.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Man is man, and master of his fate.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
