Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

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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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I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

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And, below, stuck out The bones of some vast bulk that lived and roared Before man was.

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These are Astronomy and Geology, terrible Muses!

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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.

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Must my day be dark by reason, O ye Heavens, of your boundless nights, Rush of Suns, and roll of systems, and your fiery clash of meteorites?

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The water-lily starts and slides Upon the level in little puffs of wind, Tho' anchor'd to the bottom...

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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.

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All night, through archways of the bridged pearl And portals of pure silver, walks the moon.

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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old year you shall not die.

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In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between, And far, in forest-deeps unseen, The topmost elm-tree gather'd green From draughts of balmy air.

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The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.

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Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

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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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To search thro' all... And reach the law within the law...

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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

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The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.

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I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

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Those three stars of the airy Giants' zone That glitter burnished by the frosty dark.

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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.

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The fiery Sirius alters hue And bickers into red and emerald.

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When rosy plumelets tuft the larch, And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.

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As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

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And bats went round in fragrant skies, And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes And woolly breasts and beaded eyes...

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Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion, sloping slowly to the west.

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All their cosmogonies, their astronomies...

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Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

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The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, And stared with his foot on the prey.

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