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Alfred, Lord Tennyson quotes - page 12
The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot.
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The trance gave way To those caresses, when a hundred times In that last kiss, which never was the last, Farewell, like endless welcome, lived and died.
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Yea, let all good things await Him who cares not to be great But as he saves or serves the state. Not once or twice in our rough island-story The path of duty was the way to glory.
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Come forth I charge thee, arise, Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes!
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Thou who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present; oh, haste, Visit my low desire! Strengthen me, enlighten me!
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
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Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be?
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Thus truth was multiplied on truth.
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But am I not the nobler thro' thy love? O three times less unworthy! likewise thou Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.
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Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan.
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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel?
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Oh, to what uses shall we put The wildweed-flower that simply blows? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose?
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Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed.
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In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope.
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And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow, When rites and forms before his burning eyes Melted like snow.
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Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
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Meet is it changes should control Our being, lest we rust in ease.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
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With youthful fancy reinspired, We may hold converse with all forms Of the many-sided mind, And those whom passion hath not blinded, Subtle-thoughted, myriad-minded.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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