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Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes - Page 7

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.154, Cambridge University Press

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Passing of Arthur' (1869) l. 405

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.656, Delphi Classics

Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1167, Delphi Classics

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.544, Delphi Classics

The thrall in person may be free in soul

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.954, Delphi Classics

Authority forgets a dying king.

'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Passing of Arthur' (1869) l. 289

Either sex alone is half itself.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.698, Delphi Classics

And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.510, Delphi Classics

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.222, Delphi Classics

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.135, Broadview Press

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

'Locksley Hall' (1842) l. 79