Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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Where love could walk with banish'd, Hope no more.
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A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Virtue must shape itself in deed.
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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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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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Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
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Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.
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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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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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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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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.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace; Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
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I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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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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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.