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Alfred Lord Tennyson Quote - And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Doubt One Liner Sun
My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Dream Life Love Men Myself
Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Act Death Ourselves Wonder
Love is the only gold.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Gold Love One Liner
Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Grief Love Myself Pain Possible True
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Friendship Himself Trust Wrong
Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Believe Evidence Faith One Liner
It’s better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Failure Life Live Thinking Wonder
For love reflects the thing beloved.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Important Love Reflection
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Breathe God Hands Himself Spiritual
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Death Ourselves Reason
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Feeling Love One Liner Relationship Trust
A louse in the locks of literature.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Literature One Liner
I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Myself Self Love Soul
The quiet sense of something lost.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Lost One Liner Quiet
I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON

Eyes Future Hands Hope Lips Myself Night Waste

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