Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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The thrall in person may be free in soul.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long.
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From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
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Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
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O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
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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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All things human change.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
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I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.
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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.
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The last great Englishman is low.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.