Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For… - Alfred Lord Tennyson
I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For…
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
Better not to be at all Than not to be noble. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried - Alfred Lord Tennyson
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tale… - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tale…
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