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Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Strong, Taken, Heart
"Ulysses" l. 65 (1842)

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Inspirational, Strength, Heart
"Sir Galahad" l. 3 (1842)

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Mean, Eye
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 4, l. 21, song (added 1850)

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Change, Dream, Heart
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1431, Delphi Classics

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet, Heart, Deep Love

The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Pain, Heart, Loss
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.294, Delphi Classics

Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Grief, Heart, Sleep
"The Foresters, Robin Hood and Maid Marion". Play by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1892.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Kissing, Romantic Love
'Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere' (1842)

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

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

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

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

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 earthly 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 Lord Tennyson
Life, Sweet, Heart
'Maud' (1855) pt. 1, sect. 22, st. 10

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer, Weed, Heart
In Memoriam canto 27 (1850) See Congreve 7

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

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

There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Men, Light

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Heart, Eye
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.453, Delphi Classics

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Morning, Heart, Loss
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.185, Cambridge University Press

She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dream, Lying, Heart

The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Fire, Light
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.295, 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)

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

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Men, Hands
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 106

But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Pain, Lying, Heart
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 5

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Wrath, Speak
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.153, Broadview Press

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hate, Heart, Men

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