Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

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The night with sudden odour reeled;
The southern stars a music pealed.

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So many minds did gird their orbs with beams,
Tho' one did fling the fire;
Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams
Of high desire.

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Bury the Great Duke
With an empire's lamentation;
Let us bury the Great Duke
To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation;
Mourning when their leaders fall,
Warriors carry the warrior's pall,
And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.

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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.

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And the homeless planet at length will be wheeled thro the silence of Space, Motherless evermore of an ever-vanishing race, When the worm shall have writhed its last and its last brother-worm will have fled From the dead fossil skull that is left in the rocks of an earth that is dead.

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Many an aeon moulded earth before her highest, man, was born, Many an aeon too may pass when earth is manless and forlorn, Earth so huge and yet so bounded — pools of salt and plots of land — Shallow skin of green and azure — chains of mountains, grains of sand!

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The moanings of the homeless sea, The sound of streams that swift or slow Draw down Aeonian hills, and sow The dust of continents to be;

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The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.

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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

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Where, here and there, on sandy beaches A milky-bell'd amaryllis blew.

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There is no land like England,
Where'er the light of day be;
There are no hearts like English hearts,
Such hearts of oak as they be;
There is no land like England,
Where'er the light of day be:
There are no men like Englishmen,
So tall and bold as they be!
And these will strike for England,
And man and maid be free
To foil and spoil the tyrant
Beneath the greenwood tree.

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She saw the snowy poles and moons of Mars, That mystic field of drifted light In mid Orion and the married stars.

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I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

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"The stars," she whispers, "blindly run: A web is wov'n across the sky; From our waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun."

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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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Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.

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Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.

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All is well, tho' faith and form
Be sunder'd in the night of fear.

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This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.

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The honeysuckle round the porch has woven its wavy bowers.

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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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Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?

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The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

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Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

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If all be atoms, how then should the Gods Being atomic not be dissoluble, Not follow the great law?

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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.

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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

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The fires that arch this dusty dot — Yon myriad worlded-ways — "The vast sun-cluster" gathered blaze, World-isles in lonely skies, Whole heavens within themselves amaze Our brief Humanities.

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The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.

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Current among men, Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.

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