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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Man is man, and master of his fate.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
He is all fault who has no fault at all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Either sex alone is half itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Love will conquer at the last.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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