Alfred, Lord Tennyson quotes - page 2

He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
God gives us love. Something to love He lends us but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. View quote
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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. View quote
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And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him. View quote
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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid. View quote
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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold. View quote
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Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier. View quote
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Read my little fable He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. View quote
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For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry. View quote
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dew on the still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass Music that gentler on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes. View quote
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A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips. (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last. View quote
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All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again. View quote
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Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales. They said that Love would die when Hope was gone. And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears. View quote
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Our Playwright may show; In some fifth Act what this wild drama means. View quote
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Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere. View quote
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The golden guess Is morning-star to the full round of truth. View quote
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This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base. View quote
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. View quote
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What's up is faith, what's down is heresy. View quote
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There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait." (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever. View quote
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. View quote
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. View quote
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Love will conquer at the last. View quote
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