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Why are we weighed upon with heaviness,
And utterly consumed with sharp distress,
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. The Lotus-Eaters (l. 57-58). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
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Betwixt the black fronts long-withdrawn
A light-blue lane of early dawn,
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. In Memoriam A. H. H. (Fr. CXIX, l. 6-7). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
Read more quotations about / on: blue, black, light
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Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. The Princess (l. 164-168). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
Read more quotations about / on: wind, sea, breathe, dying, moon
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A hunger seized my heart; I read
Of that glad year which once had been,
In those fallen leaves which kept their green,
The noble letters of the dead.
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. In Memoriam A. H. H. (Fr. XCV, l. 21-24). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
Read more quotations about / on: green, heart
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When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. The Owl (l. 164-168). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
Read more quotations about / on: cold, home, alone, light
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The Danube to the Severn gave
The darken'd heart that beat no more;
They laid him by the pleasant shore,
And in the hearing of the wave.
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. In Memoriam A. H. H. (Fr. XIX, l. 1-4). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
Read more quotations about / on: heart
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the children call, and I
Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound,
Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.'
(Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. The Princess (l. 164-168). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.)
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