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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Stars, Sunset, Purpose
"Ulysses" l. 59 (1842)

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Graduation, Future, Eye
"Locksley Hall" l. 119 (1842)

As the husband is, the wife is.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Husband, Wife
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.115, Cambridge University Press

Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. ... I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Sweet, Art
Alfred Lord Tennyson (2013). “Idylls of the King”, p.159, Simon and Schuster

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Roaming, Hungry
'Ulysses' (1842) l. 6

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Looks, Remember
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.116, Cambridge University Press

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Reason, Photograph, Cameron

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dream, Glimpse, Forgotten
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.42, Cambridge University Press

Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men, Hunting, Games
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 5, l. 147

You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Spiritual, Real, Believe

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dad, Father, Boys
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.766, Delphi Classics

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Better Now, Ifs

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
World, Roaming, Limits
'Tithonus' (1860, revised 1864) l. 1

All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dance, Moon, Night
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.890, Delphi Classics

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Morning, Rain, Heart
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 7

Love will conquer at the last.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Lasts, Conquer
"Locksley Hall Sixty Years After". Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1886.

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Strange, Far Away, Charm
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1897). “A Memoir By His Son”

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Grief, Soul
1850 In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 5, l.1-8.

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Years, Europe, Fifty
"Locksley Hall" l. 184 (1842)

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fall, Kissing, Blessing
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 2, song (added 1850)

Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Beach, Science, Long
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.76, Broadview Press

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Husband, Heart, Wife
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1875). “Queen Mary. A Drama”, p.177

The mighty hopes that make us men.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hope, Men
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.800, Delphi Classics

Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Death, Men, Thinking
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) prologue

A louse in the locks of literature.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Criticism, Locks, Literature
Said of Churton Collins to Edmund Gosse, in Evan Charteris 'Life and Letters of Sir Edmund Gosse' (1931) ch. 14

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