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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 brain
A 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 mead
In 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 dole
Unequal 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

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

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried — Alfred Lord Tennyson