Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
More Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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I can’t be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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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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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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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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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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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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