John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued) |
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| Ambition Is like the sea wave, which the more you drink The more you thirst—yea—drink too much, as men Have done on rafts of wreck—it drives you mad. |
| The Cup. Act i. Scene 3. |
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| Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. |
| Crossing the Bar. |
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| Forget thee… Never— Till Nature, high and low, and great and small Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates Sink again into Chaos. |
| Foresters. Act i. Scene 3. |
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| Whate’er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate’er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last. |
| Foresters. Song. |
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| None can truly write his single day, And none can write it for him upon earth. |
| Life of Tennyson. Unpublished Sonnet. |
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| A breath that fleets beyond this iron world And touches him who made it. |
| Life of Tennyson. Vol. i. |
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| Like perfect music unto nobler words. |
| Life of Tennyson. Vol. i. |
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| Death’s truer name Is “Onward,” no discordance in the roll And march of that Eternal Harmony Whereto the world beats time. |
| Life of Tennyson. Vol. i. 1 |
| Note 1. See also, Death of Duke of Clarence. [back] |