Lord Alfred Tennyson

1809 - 1892

A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON

And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Locksley Hall

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on knowledge and wisdom

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on earth, faults, and love

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Idylls of the King, Lancelot and Elaine

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON

In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Idylls of the King. Dedication.

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON

I am a part of all that I have met.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Ulysses.

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on heaven and wives

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Stanza 7.

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on doubt and mind

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My mind is clouded with a doubt.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on duty, glory, and path

Not once or twice in our rough-island story The path of duty was the way to glory.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Source: Stanza 8.

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on death, love, and soul

O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

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A Quote by Alfred, Lord TENNYSON on death

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Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

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