Alfred, Lord Tennyson quotes - page 13

I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all. (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
So was their meaning to her words. No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word She shook the world.
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Forward, the Light Brigade!
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Then some one spake: "Behold! it was a crime Of sense avenged by sense that wore with time." Another said: "The crime of sense became The crime of malice, and is equal blame." And one: "He had not wholly quench'd his power; A little grain of conscience made him sour." At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, "Is there any hope?"
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Shall we fight or shall we fly? Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die! There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set.
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Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
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O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
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I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing.
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Ah, why Should life all labour be.
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A pasty costly made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks; Imbedded and injellied.
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Faith lives in honest doubt.
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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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The splendour falls on castle walls; And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dyi.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
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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)
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
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I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my savage race.
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O love O fire once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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