I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
More Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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All things human change.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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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.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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Ah, when shall all men’s good Be each man’s rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro’ all the circle of the golden year?
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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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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