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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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
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The quiet sense of something lost.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthly bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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
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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
