I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron) Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Alfred Lord Tennyson echoes soul success In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold Alfred Lord Tennyson cold clothes weed A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day. Alfred Lord Tennyson fashion truth looks A louse in the locks of literature. Alfred Lord Tennyson locks criticism literature I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling. Alfred Lord Tennyson sea lakes wind Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool. Alfred Lord Tennyson wool sound night As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid. Alfred Lord Tennyson play wind happiness Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot. Alfred Lord Tennyson light flower life The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Alfred Lord Tennyson voice nature moon Through the ages one increasing purpose runs. Alfred Lord Tennyson purpose age running The thrall in person may be free in soul Alfred Lord Tennyson persons soul may God and Nature met in light. Alfred Lord Tennyson god-and-nature mets light Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. Alfred Lord Tennyson cups born men 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 eye heart love The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end. Alfred Lord Tennyson mechanic life long Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die. Alfred Lord Tennyson soldier reason reason-why Ah, when shall all men's good Alfred Lord Tennyson men peace lying 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 Lord Tennyson gay color night A beam in darkness: let it grow. Alfred Lord Tennyson beam grows darkness Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark. Alfred Lord Tennyson farewell twilight death
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