The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHappy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
More Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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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 TENNYSONI 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.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOurs is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThis barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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He makes no friend who never made a foe.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHe makes no friend who never made a foe.
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Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONLove lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHe that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONWho is wise in love, love most, say least.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONRich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONCleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONNor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONFaith is believing what we cannot prove.
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Love will conquer at the last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONLove will conquer at the last.
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