266 ordspråk av Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
. . . cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith.
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'Tis not too late to seek a newer world
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'Tis the little rift within the lute - That by and by will make the music mute, And, ever widening, slowly silence all
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A city clerk, but gently born and bred.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,/ And most divinely fair.
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A day less or more/ At sea or ashore,/ We die - does it matter when?
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A day may sink or save a realm.
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A happy bridesmaid makes a happy bride.
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A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,/ Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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A maiden knight - to me is given/ Such hope, I know not fear.
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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
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A simple maiden in her flower/ Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
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A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
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