Ah Maud, you milk-white fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife.

Alfred Tennyson


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And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

Alfred Tennyson


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That which we are, we are.

Alfred Tennyson


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There rolls the deep where grew the tree
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars hath been.
The stillness of the central sea.

Alfred Tennyson

Mots clés spiritual



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Come, my friends
Tis not too late to seek a newer world
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die

Alfred Tennyson

Mots clés inspirational



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A louse in the locks of literature.

Alfred Tennyson


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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 Tennyson

Mots clés fatima



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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 Tennyson

Mots clés the-day-dream the-sleeping-beauty



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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 Tennyson

Mots clés love



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Tis a morning pure and sweet,
And a dewy splendour falls
On the little flower that clings
To the turrets and the walls;
'Tis a morning pure and sweet,
And the light and shadow fleet;
She is walking in the meadow,
And the woodland echo rings;
In a moment we shall meet;
She is singing in the meadow,
And the rivulet at her feet
Ripples on in light and shadow
To the ballad that she sings.

Alfred Tennyson


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