Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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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.
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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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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.
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For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
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Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
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The white flower of a blameless life.
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
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Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.
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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.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
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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?
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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
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I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
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I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.
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Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.