Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

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Crack'd; and I saw the flaring atom-streams And torrents of her myriad universe Ruining along the illimitable inane, Fly on to clash together again.

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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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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

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The building rook'll caw from the windy tall elm-tree...

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I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

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And others' follies teach us not,
Nor much their wisdom teaches,
And most, of sterling worth, is what
Our own experience preaches.

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O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.

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When the face of night is fair on the dewy downs, And the shining daffodil dies...

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Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.

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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

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See what a lovely shell, Small and pure as pearl, Lying close to my foot, Frail, but a work divine, Made so fairly well, With delicate spire and whorl, How exquisitely minute, A miracle of design!

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Many a night I saw the Pleiads,
Rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies,
Tangled in a silver braid.

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And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.

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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

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What is it? A learned man Could give it a clumsy name. Let him name it who can, The beauty would be the same.

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Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.

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A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand, Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white.

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I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling...

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All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.

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Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

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As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man.

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Had the fierce ashes of some fiery Peak Been hurled so high they ranged round the World, For day by day through many a blood-red eve The wrathful sunset glared.

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When Science reaches forth her arms To feel from world to world, and charms Her secret from the latest moon?

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Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.

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This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.

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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

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A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.

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We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.

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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.

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