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Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
— Alfred Tennyson
I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, ...
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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 Tennyson
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The old order changes yielding place to new.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The children born of thee are sword and fire,Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws, — Alfred Tennyson
Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
How fares it with the happy dead?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tho' much is taken, much abides;
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
There's not to reason why,There's but to do and die — Alfred Tennyson
What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Bible reading is an education in itself.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A day may sink or save a realm.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
— 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
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love is the only gold.
— Alfred Tennyson
No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world. — Alfred Tennyson
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
— Alfred Tennyson
I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.
— Alfred Tennyson
O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North. — Alfred Tennyson
Boldly they rode and well,Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell. — Alfred Tennyson
Then some one said, "We will return no more";And all at once they sang, "Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam. — Alfred Tennyson
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
We needs must love the highest when we see it.
— Alfred Tennyson
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
— Alfred Tennyson
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
But for the unquiet heart and brainA use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
— 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
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
God gives us Love, something to love, God lends us.
— Alfred Tennyson
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Any man that walks the meadIn bud, or blade, or bloom, may find,
According as his humors lead,
A meaning suited to his mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. — Alfred Tennyson
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die — Alfred Tennyson
A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be ... And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The greater man the greater courtesy.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I had liefer twenty years/Skip to the broken music of my brains/Than any broken music thou canst make.
— Alfred Tennyson
But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am on fire within.There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin,
And save me lest I die? — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Be near me when my light is low ... And all the wheels of being slow.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Man's word is God in man.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good,And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
