Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes about Pain

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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love, Sweet, Pain

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

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Alfred Lord Tennyson

True Love, Pain, Grief

Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)”

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

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.