Alfred Tennyson
"“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain,A use in measured language lies;The sad mechanic exercise,Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold:But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. In Memoriam A. H. H. Section 5”"
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"“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain,A use in measured language lies;The sad mechanic exercise,Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold:But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. In Memoriam A. H. H. Section 5”"
"أحيانًا أعدّه نصف خطيئة أن أُلبس حزني ثوب الكلمات؛ فالكلمات، كالطبيعة، نصف تكشف ونصف تخفي الروح الكامنة. لكن للقلب والعقل القلقين، في اللغة الموزونة منفعة؛ فذلك التمرين الميكانيكي الحزين، كالمخدرات البليدة، يخدّر الألم. سألفّ نفسي بالكلمات، كالأعشاب، كأخشن الثياب ضد البرد: لكن ذلك الحزن العظيم الذي تحتويه هذه، لا يُعطى إلا في الخطوط العريضة ولا أكثر."
Alfred Tennyson
In Memoriam
"There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"And the lily whispers, "I wait."She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead,Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red."
Alfred Tennyson
"Virtue - to be good and just -Every heart, when sifted well,Is a clot of warmer dust,Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.- The Vision of Sin"
Alfred Tennyson
"And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress and that by turns you tried,Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears,I knew you could not look but well;And dews, that would have fall'n in tears,I kiss'd away before they fell."
Alfred Tennyson
"Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy,That he shouts with his sister at play!O, well for the sailor lad,That he sings in his boat on the bay!And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill;But O for the touch of a vanished hand,And the sound of a voice that is still!Break, break, break,At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me."
Alfred Tennyson
"Behold, we know not anything;I can but trust that good shall fall At last -- far off -- at last, to all,And every winter change to spring."
Alfred Tennyson
"Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,and slips into the bosom of the lake:So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me."
Alfred Tennyson
"I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream."
Alfred Tennyson
"All precious things discovered late To those that seek them issue forth,For Love in sequel works with Fate,And draws the veil from hidden worth"
Alfred Tennyson
"Forerun thy peers, thy time, and let Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set In midst of knowledge, dream'd not yet."
Alfred Tennyson
"Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!As though to breathe were life!"
Alfred Tennyson
"No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself."
Alfred Tennyson
"And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away,The Lady of Shallot."
Alfred Tennyson
"Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved."
Alfred Tennyson
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