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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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 year is dying in the night.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
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So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The many fail: the one succeeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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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My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
