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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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Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Man is man, and master of his fate.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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
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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.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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Either sex alone is half itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
