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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Birds in the...
Birds in the high Hall-garden
When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,
They were crying and...
Deep on the...
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon;
My breath to heaven like vapour goes:
May my...
As the husband...
As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown.
Source: Locksley Hall,...
But ah for...
But ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!
Source:...
Do we indeed...
Do we indeed desire the dead
Should still be near us at our side?
Is there no baseness we would hide?
No...
Come down, O...
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd...
Dowered with the...
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.
Source: The...
Barbarous experiment, barbarous...
Barbarous experiment, barbarous hexameters.
Source: Experiments in Quantity, `On...
Cannon to right...
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and...
Do?nt thou marry...
Do?nt thou marry for munny, but go? wheer munny is!
Source: Northern Farmer. New...
Come into the...
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the...
Dreams are true...
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Source: The Higher...
Because right is...
Because right is right, to follow right were wisdom, in the scorn of consequence.
Cast your cares...
Cast your cares on God; that anchor holds.
Source: In
Dust are our...
Dust are our frames; and gilded dust, our pride
Looks only for a moment whole and...
Dark house, by...
Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street.
Source:...
Either sex alone...
Either sex alone is half itself.
Source: In
But I was...
But I was born to other things.
Source: In Memoriam, 120 (Note: the stanza numbers...
Closer is He...
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Source: The Higher...
Even tho' thrice...
Even tho' thrice again
The red fool-fury of the Seine
Should pile her barricades with...