266 ordspråk av Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright,/ But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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That eternal want of pence/ Which vexes public men.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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The days darken round me and the years,/ Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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The gardener Adam and his wife/ Smile at the claims of long descent.
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The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
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The grand old name of gentleman.
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The greater person is one of courtesy.
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The lawless science of the law, that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances
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The moans of doves in immemorial elms,/ And murmuring of innumerable bees.
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The older order changeth, yielding place to new, and God fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world
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The rise/ And long roll of the Hexameter.
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The rose was awake all night for your sake,/ Knowing your promise to me;/ The lilies and roses were all awake,/ They sighed for the dawn and thee.
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The Sabbaths of Eternity,/ One Sabbath deep and wide -/ A light upon the shining sea -/ The Bridegroom with his bride!
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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