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The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
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Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
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Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
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Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.
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What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.
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
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The white flower of a blameless life.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
