Tag: Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I am a part of all that I have met.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Alfred Lord Tennyson