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Alfred Lord Tennyson Inspirational Quotes (453)

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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peaceSleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feetLie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
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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.
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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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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.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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I waited for the train at Coventry I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.
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In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
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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.
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Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
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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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Behold, we know not anything I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
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Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
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The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
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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.
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