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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Live pure, speak...
Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King -
Else, wherefore born?
O sweet and...
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Men, my brothers,...
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new:
That which they have done but earnest of the things...
O Sorrow, wilt...
O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me
No casual mistress, but a wife.
Source: In...
Oh for someone...
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat,...
Love is of...
Love is of the valley, come thou down
And find him.
Source: The Princess, VII,...
Our hoard is...
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
Source: Idylls of the King, `The...
Not once or...
Not once or twice in our rough island-story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
O Swallow, Swallow,...
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
And tell her, tell her,...
Or where the...
Or where the kneeling hamlet drains
The chalice of the grapes of God.
Source: In...
Man is the...
Man is the hunter; woman is his game:
The sleek and shining creatures of the chase,
We hunt them for the beauty...
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control....
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control. These three alone lead life to sovereign...
Oh teach me...
Oh teach me yet
Somewhat before the heavy clod
Weighs on me, and the busy fret
Of that sharp-headed worm...
O hard, when...
O hard, when love and duty clash!
Source: The Princess, II, 273
-- Alfred, Lord...
Our island home<br>Is...
Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Source: The...
My purpose holds<br>To...
My purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be...
Shape your heart...
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hour will last.
Source:...
On the bald...
On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Source: In Memoriam, 7 (Note: the stanza...
O tell her,...
O tell her, brief is life but love is long.
Source: The Princess, IV
-- Alfred,...
Our loyal passion...
Our loyal passion for our temperate kings.
Source: Ode on the Death of the Duke of...