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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
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 -
The white flower of a blameless life.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. ... I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The shell must break before the bird can fly.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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 -
Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Where love could walk with banish'd, Hope no more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Nature, red in tooth and claw.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
How fares it with the happy dead?
Alfred Lord Tennyson