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

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My own dim life should teach me this
That life shall live for evermore.

In Memoriam. xxxiv. Stanza 1.

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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.

In Memoriam. xlviii. Stanza 4.

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    Hold thou the good; define it well;
  For fear divine Philosophy
  Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress to the Lords of Hell.

In Memoriam. liii. Stanza 4.

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Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill.

In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 1.

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            But what am I?
  An infant crying in the night:
  An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.

In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5.

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So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.

In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 2.

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The great world’s altar-stairs,
That slope through darkness up to God.

In Memoriam. lv. Stanza 4.

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Who battled for the True, the Just.

In Memoriam. lvi. Stanza 5.

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And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.

In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 2.

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And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state’s decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.

In Memoriam. lxiv. Stanza 3.

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So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be. 1

In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1.

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    Thy leaf has perished in the green,
  And while we breathe beneath the sun,
  The world which credits what is done
Is cold to all that might have been.

In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4.

Note 1.
Whittier: My Triumph, page 651. [back]

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