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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.

That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men, Branches, Conservative

But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Grace, Come Back To Me
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.2578, Delphi Classics

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Rights, Conflict, Dare

But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Atheism, Church, Christ
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walt Whitman (2010). “English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)”, p.1093, Cosimo, Inc.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Funny, Age, Toil
'Ulysses' (1842) l. 44

Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Nature, World, Sparrows
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.216, Broadview Press

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Friendship, Justice, Judging
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1243, Delphi Classics

Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music, Sweet, Voice
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 7, l. 203, song (added 1850)

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Sick, Shadow
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1875). “Queen Mary. A Drama”, p.55

. . . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheeps or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend? For so this whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Dream, Prayer
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Passing of Arthur' (1869) l. 414

What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own; Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mother, Atheism, Doe
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1373, Delphi Classics

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Faith, Heart, Simple
"Lady Clara Vere de Vere" l. 55 (1842)

Too much wit makes the world rotten.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Rotten, World, Too Much
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2012). “Idylls of the King”, p.217, Courier Corporation

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Fancy, Matter
Alfred Lord Tennyson (2013). “Idylls of the King”, p.133, Simon and Schuster

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Time, Sorrow, Crowns
'Locksley Hall' (1842) l. 75.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Flower, White
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) Dedication (1862) l. 24

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sorrow, Despair, Unrest
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.54, Broadview Press

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Kings, Deer, Speak
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'Gareth and Lynette' (1872) l. 117

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fall, May, Life Is
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.41, Cambridge University Press

Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Forgiveness, Hate, Forgiving
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1240, Delphi Classics

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 Lord Tennyson
Grief, Forgiving, Found
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Professor Norman Page (2013). “Tennyson: Selected Poetry”, p.102, Routledge

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
So Sad
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 4, l. 30, song (added 1850)

I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Time, Past, Men
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.178, Delphi Classics

The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Smell, Soul, Green
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.83, Cambridge University Press

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Anchors, Care, Casts
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1201, Delphi Classics

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