Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
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To me
He is all fault who hath no fault at all:
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
He is all fault who hath no fault at all:
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Idylls of the King, Lancelot and Elaine
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
A still small voice spake unto me,
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?
The Two Voices
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,—
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Oenone
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
For this is England's greatest son,
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
This truth within thy mind rehearse,
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse.
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse.
The Two Voices
I know that age to age succeeds,
Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,
A dust of systems and of creeds.
Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,
A dust of systems and of creeds.
The Two Voices
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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