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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
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For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
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A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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The thrall in person may be free in soul.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
Alfred Lord Tennyson