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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
An English home...
An English home - gray twilight poured
On dewy pastures, dewy trees,
Softer than sleep - all things in order...
By blood a...
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Source: In
All the charm...
All the charm of all the Muses
often flowering in a lonely word.
Source: In...
As thro' the...
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And plucked the ripened ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
O we fell out I...
But the churchmen...
But the churchmen fain would kill their church,/As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
Are God and...
Are God and Nature then at strife
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So...
Claspt hands and...
Claspt hands and that petitionary grace
Of sweet seventeen subdued me ere she spoke.
An arm<br>Rose up...
An arm
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake,
Clothed in white samite, mystic,...
Ask me no...
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are sealed:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river...
But the jingling...
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels.
Source: Locksley...
As on this...
As on this whirligig of Time
We circle with the seasons.
Source: Will...
Cleave ever to...
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
Source: The Ancient Sage, 68
--...
And is there...
And is there any moral shut
Within the bosom of the rose?
Source: The Day-Dream,...
Betray the trust:<br>Keep...
Betray the trust:
Keep nothing sacred: 'tis but just
The many-headed beast should...
Come not, when...
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex...
As the many-wintered...
As the many-wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
Source: Locksley...
Cursed be the...
Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitened forehead of a fool!
Source: Locksley...
And the stately...
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the...
Bright and fierce...
Bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North.
Dear as remembered...
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others:...