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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
I wind about, and in and out, – With here a blossom sailing, – And here and there a lusty trout, – And here and there a grayling.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell; And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson