Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
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But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Idylls of the King. Launcelot and Elaine
Not once or twice in our rough-island story
The path of duty was the way to glory.
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Jewels five-words-long,
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle forever.
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle forever.
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington
For men at most differ as Heaven and Earth,
But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
Idylls of the King, Merlin and Vivien
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