Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
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Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Locksley Hall
For now the poet cannot die,
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.
After reading a Life and Letters
Howe'er it be it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
Love and Duty
And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.
To the Queen
And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
The Day-Dream. The Departure
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
The Day-Dream. The Departure
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