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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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...
Nature, red in...
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
Source: 'In Memoriam'
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson,...
She has heard...
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
One God, one...
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event,
To which the whole creation...
O that 'twere...
O that 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once...
Pray God our...
Pray God our greatness may not fail
Thro' craven fears of being great.
Source:...
Not the schoolboy...
Not the schoolboy heat,
The blind hysterics of the Celt.
Source: In Memoriam,...
Sleep my little...
Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep.
Source: 'The Princess'
--...
Only reapers, reaping...
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley.
Source: The Lady of...
Or when the...
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
'I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady...
Ring out false...
Ring out false pride in blood and place,
The civic slander and the spite.