Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life!
The city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built forever.
I am a part of all that I have met.
Alfred TennysonTag: inspirational attitude
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
Alfred TennysonBe near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
Alfred TennysonI had liefer twenty years/Skip to the broken music of my brains/Than any broken music thou canst make.
Alfred TennysonA lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
Alfred TennysonTears, 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.
Tag: life poetry sadness memories
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Alfred TennysonTag: inspirational
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