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„Лучше любить и потерять, чем совсем не любить.“

„Дороже всех титулов — доброе сердце.“

„Бороться и искать, найти и не сдаваться.“

„Деревьев жизнь пройдёт, леса поникнут“

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
«Улисс»

„В ответ визгливым крикунам мы благородно промолчим.“

„Моя сила — как сила десяти, потому что моё сердце чисто.“

Альфред Теннисон цитаты

„У природы окровавленные зубы и когти.“

„О, жизнь моя ползла, ползла, как черепаха,
По тяжкому пути безумия и страха.
Я рад теперь, что ум свободен от ярма!
Болезнь ужасная упала грозной цепью…“

Эта цитата ждет обзора.

„Сны правдивы, пока они длятся. Но не живем ли мы во сне?“

Источник: Альфред Теннисон. Избранное

„Идти вперед и никогда не умирать.“

“So was their meaning to her words. No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world.”

Альфред Теннисон: Цитаты на английском языке

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

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

The Poet (1830)
Контексте: There was no blood upon her maiden robes
Sunn'd by those orient skies;
But round about the circles of the globes
Of her keen
And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame
WISDOM, a name to shake
All evil dreams of power — a sacred name.
And when she spake,
Her words did gather thunder as they ran,
And as the lightning to the thunder
Which follows it, riving the spirit of man,
Making earth wonder,
So was their meaning to her words. No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world.

“Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath
Preluded those melodious bursts that fill
The spacious times of great Elizabeth
With sounds that echo still.”

"Break, Break, Break" (1842)

“Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.”

" A Dream of Fair Women http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/dfw.htm", st. 2 (1832)

“At length I saw a lady within call,
Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.”

Becket, Prologue, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
But thou, go by.

Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,
And I desire to rest.
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie:
Go by, go by.”

"A Dream of Fair Women", st. 22

“Have I not found a happy earth?
I least should breathe a thought of pain.
Would God renew me from my birth
I'd almost live my life again.
So sweet it seems with thee to walk,
And once again to woo thee mine —
It seems in after-dinner talk
Across the walnuts and the wine”

"Come not, when I am dead" (1850)

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

"The Miller's Daughter" (1832)

“From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.”

Aylmer's Field (1864); reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 7
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.”

To J. S., stanza 18, from Poems (1832)

“Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.”

The Daisy, Stanza 24; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.”

"Break, Break, Break" (1842), st. 1

“Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere,
From yon blue heavens above us bent
The gardener Adam and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 2
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 7
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lotos-Eaters

Choric Song, st. 1
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)

“Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.”

To J. S., stanza 19, from Poems (1832)

“Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar

St. 3
Crossing the Bar (1889)

“Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Tears, Idle Tears

St. 4
Tears, Idle Tears (1850)

“Here and there a cotter's babe is royal—born by right divine;
Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen or his swine.”

The Flower; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Is there evil but on earth? or pain in every peopled sphere?”

Stanza 63
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886)

“My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.”

Источник: Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886), Line 197

“God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.”

" Sir Galahad http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/sg.htm", st. 1 (1842)

“Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.”

To J. S., stanza 4, from Poems (1832)

“She clad herself in a russet gown,
She was no longer Lady Clare:
She went by dale, and she went by down,
With a single rose in her hair.

The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought
Leapt up from where she lay.
Dropped her head in the maiden's hand.
And followed her all the way.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lotos-Eaters

Choric Song, st. 8
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)

“Unalterably and pesteringly fond.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clare

Lady Clare (1842)

“I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.”

Act v, scene 1
Queen Mary: A Drama (published 1876)

“Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson книга Ulysses

Источник: Ulysses (1842), l. 18 - 21

“The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.”

The Lover's Tale (1879), line 813

“No sound is breathed so potent to coerce
And to conciliate, as their names who dare
For that sweet mother-land which gave them birth
Nobly to do, nobly to die.”

Quoted in A Dictionary of Quotations, in Most Frequent Use by D.E. Macdonnel (1809) translated from French: Le bonheur de l'homme en cette vi ne consiste pas á être sans passions: il consiste à en être le maître.
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