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Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
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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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
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He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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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.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
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What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
