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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Forgive! How many will say, ''forgive,'' and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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
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
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn.
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Man is the hunter, woman is his game.
The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins.
They love us for it, and we ride them down.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I am a part of all that I have met
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
Forever and forever when I move.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down.
The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors.
The sensible worker does not work those who work with him.
Don't knock your friends.
Don't knock your enemies.
Don't knock yourself.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Forward, forward let us range,
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I am a part of all that I have met, yet all experience is an arch where through gleams that world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Who loves not a false imagining, an unreal character in us, but looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our natures, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson