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O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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A day may sink or save a realm.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The quiet sense of something lost.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not knock those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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!"
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
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For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
Alfred Lord Tennyson