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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.“

“Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.”

Альфред Теннисон: Цитаты на английском языке

“Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.”

Источник: Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886), Line 198

“Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lady of Shalott

Pt. I, st. 2
The Lady of Shalott (1832)

“One still strong man in a blatant land.”

Источник: Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886), Line 200

“Lead out the pageant: sad and slow,
As fits an universal woe,
Let the long, long procession go,
And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow,
And let the mournful martial music blow;
The last great Englishman is low.”

Part I, section x, stanza 5
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)

“Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.”

St. III
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington (1852)

“I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse,
Dear soul, for all is well."”

"Break, Break, Break" (1842), st. 4

“And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Palace of Art

"The Palace of Art", st. 1 (1832)

“If I come dressed like a village maid,
I am but as my fortunes are:
I am a beggar born," she said,
"And not the Lady Clare.”

To the Queen, st. 8 (1851)

“A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clare

Lady Clare (1842)

“For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.”

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere

“She with all the charm of woman,
She with all the breadth of man.”

Part I, section xxii, stanza 2
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)

“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.”

Источник: Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886), Line 48

“Speak no more of his renown,
Lay your earthly fancies down,
And in the vast cathedral leave him,
God accept him, Christ receive him!”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Foresters

Song, Act I, Scene ii
The Foresters, Robin Hood and Maid Marion (1892)

“Who shall call me ungentle, unfair,
I long'd so heartily then and there
To give him the grasp of fellowship;
But while I past he was humming an air,
Stopt, and then with a riding whip,
Leisurely tapping a glossy boot,
And curving a contumelious lip,
Gorgonised me from head to foot
With a stony British stare.”

St. IX
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington (1852)

“For it was in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.”

Part I, section xiii, stanza 2
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)

“All the windy ways of men
Are but dust that rises up,
And is lightly laid again.”

Recollections of the Arabian Nights, stanza 1, from Poems, Chiefly Lyrical (1830)

“What use to brood? This life of mingled pains
And joys to me,
Despite of every Faith and Creed, remains
The Mystery.”

" The Vision of Sin http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/vs.htm", sec. 4 (1842)

“He often lying broad awake, and yet
Remaining from the body, and apart
In intellect and power and will, hath heard
Time flowing in the middle of the night,
And all things creeping to a day of doom.”

To Mary Boyle, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“"Shall we fight or shall we fly?
Good Sir Richard, tell us now,
For to fight is but to die!
There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set."
And Sir Richard said again: "We be all good English men.
Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil,
For I never turn'd my back upon Don or devil yet."”

" The Mystic http://www.fullbooks.com/The-Early-Poems-of-Alfred-Lord-Tennyson9.html" (1830)

“For this is England's greatest son,
He that gained a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.”

St. 4
The Revenge (1878)

“She sees the Best that glimmers thro’ the Worst,
She feels the Sun is hid but for a night,
She spies the summer thro’ the winter bud,
She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls,
She hears the lark within the songless egg,
She finds the fountain where they wail’d ‘Mirage’!”

St. VI
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington (1852)

“Perfectly beautiful: let it be granted her: where is the fault?
All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not to be seen)
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null,
Dead perfection, no more.”

From The Ancient Sage (1885), lines 72-77

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

Part I, section ii
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)

“For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake
That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there
But never yet hath dipt into the abysm”

The Daydream: L'Envoi, lines 231-32, from The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson (1879)

“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 tales.
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.”

From The Ancient Sage (1885), lines 37-39

“Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not win renown:
You thought to break a country heart
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired;
The daughter of a hundred earls,
You are not one to be desired.”

The Lover's Tale (1879), line 815

“To persecute
Makes a faith hated, and is furthermore
No perfect witness of a perfect faith
In him who persecutes.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 1
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: "I know you are no coward;
You fly them for a moment to fight with them again.
But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore.
I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard,
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain."”

Act iii, scene 4
Queen Mary: A Drama (published 1876)

“From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.”

St. 2
The Revenge (1878)