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Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!

Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Goal, Finals, Ill
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 54

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mirrors, Cracks, Sides
"The Lady of Shalott" pt. 3, st. 5 (1832)

Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fire, Clouds, West
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.51, Broadview Press

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Moon, Planets, Rate

Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Suicide, Crazy, Sorrow
'The Two Voices' (1842) st. 132

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Flower, Wells, Fades

Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Plato, Mean, Men
'Lucretius' (1868) l. 145

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gleam, Ants, Sun
1889 'Vastness', stanza 2, l.4.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ocean, Sea, Stones
"Break, Break, Break" l. 1 (1842)

Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Time, Men, Mathematics
'The Vision of Sin' (1842) pt. 4, st. 9.

Shall love be blamed for want of faith?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love Is, Want
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.132, Broadview Press

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Running, Flower, May
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.147, Cambridge University Press

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Beauty, Hands, Walking Hand In Hand
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.81, Cambridge University Press

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Strong, Eye, Hands
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.122, Broadview Press

Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dream, Time, Eye
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.50, Broadview Press

I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dust, Age, Deeds
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.36, Cambridge University Press

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Humor, Men, Deep Thought
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.876, Delphi Classics

Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
School, Hands, Names
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.527, Delphi Classics

And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Perfect, Delight, Pure
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.58, Broadview Press

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Life, Fall
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.2607, Delphi Classics

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Stars, Sun
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.655, Delphi Classics

I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men, Self, May
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 1

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Time, Age, Heirs
"Locksley Hall" l. 178 (1842)

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Deep Love, Depth
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.364, Delphi Classics

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 measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Weed, Pain, Lying
1850 In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 5, l.1-8.

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