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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The bitter east,...
The bitter east, the misty summer
And gray metropolis of the North.
Source:...
The voice of...
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
Source: In the Valley of the...
The linnet born...
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods.
Source: In...
Surely, surely, slumber...
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and...
The lion on...
The lion on your old stone gates
Is not more cold to you than I.
Source: Lady...
The clouds are...
The clouds are lightly curled
Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...
There has fallen...
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is...
Then comes the...
Then comes the check, the change, the fall,
Pain rises up, old pleasures pall,
There is one remedy for...
Sweet is true...
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
The splendour falls...
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the...
The days darken...
The days darken round me and the years,
Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
There is no...
There is no joy but calm!
Source: The Lotos-Eaters, `Choric Song', 2
-- Alfred,...
Then the maiden...
Then the maiden Aunt
Took this fair day for text, and from it preached
An universal culture for the...
That man's the...
That man's the true Conservative
Who lops the moulder'd branch away.
Source:...
The steam<br>Floats up...
The steam
Floats up from those dim fields about the homes
Of happy men that have the power to die,
And grassy...
The gardener Adam...
The gardener Adam and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Source: Lady...
There lives more...
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
There lies a...
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
Source:...
The old order...
The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils Himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should...
There's no glory...
There's no glory like those who save their country.
Source: In