Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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If you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
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God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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A day may sink or save a realm.
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There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
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Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
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Love is the only gold.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
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Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
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He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.
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We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.
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Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"
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A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.