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The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.
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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More quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
God and Nature met in light.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
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: This is the curse of time.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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
Love is the only gold.
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
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
