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Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued)

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Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Locksley Hall. Line 184.

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    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 which is the old.

The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.

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    And o’er the hills, and far away
  Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
  Thro’ all the world she followed him.

The Day-Dream. The Departure, i.

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We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.

L’ Envoi.

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As she fled fast through sun and shade
The happy winds upon her played,
Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.

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    For now the poet can not die,
  Nor leave his music as of old,
  But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.

To ———, after reading a Life and Letters.

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But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break.

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But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

Break, break, break.

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For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

The Brook.

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Mastering the lawless science of our law,—
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.

Aylmer’s Field.

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Insipid as the queen upon a card.

Aylmer’s Field.

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