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Quotes from In Memoriam A.H.H — Alfred, Lord Tennyson

1809–1892 England

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Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.

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O, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will
Defects of doubt and taints of blood.

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Thou bringest * * *
* * letters unto trembling hands.

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Death has made
His darkness beautiful with thee.

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Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway'd,
In vassal tides that follow'd thought.

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I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.

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Thou bringest the sailor to his wife,
And travell'd men from foreign lands,
And letters unto trembling hands;
And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life.

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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.

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The mighty hopes that make us men.

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And every dew-drop paints a bow.

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Life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom,
To shape and use.

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Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.

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God's finger touched him, and he slept.

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Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.

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'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

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Ring out the narrowing lust of gold.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1850)

The eternal landscape of the past.

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Fancy light from Fancy caught.

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We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, whate'er he be,
And sing the songs he loved to hear.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

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