Quotes from Ode to Memory — Alfred, Lord Tennyson
1809–1892 England
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In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest
Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope.
Ode to Memory (1830)
Whither in after life retired
From brawling storms,
From weary wind,
With youthful fancy reinspired,
We may hold converse with all forms
Of the many-sided mind,
And those whom passion hath not blinded,
Subtle-thoughted, myriad-minded.
Ode to Memory (1830)
Come forth I charge thee, arise,
Thou of the many tongues, the myriad eyes!
Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines
Unto mine inner eye,
Divinest Memory!
Ode to Memory (1830)