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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He is but...
He is but a landscape-painter,
And a village maiden she.
Source: The Lord of...
I built my...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Half light, half...
Half light, half shade,
She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
Source: The...
How sweet are...
How sweet are looks that ladies bend
On whom their favours fall!
Source: Sir...
How fares it...
How fares it with the happy dead?
Source: In Memoriam, 44 (Note: the stanza numbers...
He seems so...
He seems so near and yet so far.
Source: In Memoriam, 97 (Note: the stanza numbers...
I dreamed there...
I dreamed there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost.
Hope smiles on...
Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.
I am a...
I am a part of all I have met.
Source: In Webster's Electronic Quotebase, ed. Keith...
I should count...
I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard,
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of...
High above roaring...
High above roaring Temple-bar,
And set in Heaven's third storey,
I look at all things as they are,
But thro'...
I seemed to...
I seemed to move among a world of ghosts,
And feel myself the shadow of a dream.
I am shamed...
I am shamed thro' all my nature to have loved so slight a thing.
Source: Locksley...
I held it...
I held it truth with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Of...
In that world-earthquake,...
In that world-earthquake, Waterloo!
Source: Ode on the Death of the Duke of...
I am going...
I am going a long way
With these thou seest - if indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) -
To...
I wept, `Tho'...
I wept, `Tho' I should die, I know
That all about the thorn will blow
In tufts of rosy-tinted...
I do but...
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
Source: In...
I hold it...
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never...
Into the jaws...
Into the jaws of death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Source:...