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Alfred Tennyson

Data urodzenia: 6. Sierpień 1809
Data zgonu: 6. Październik 1892
Natępne imiona:Alfred Lord Tennyson,Lord Alfred Tennyson

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Sir Alfred Tennyson – największy poeta postromantyzmu wiktoriańskiego, uhonorowany tytułem „poeta laureatus”.

Cytaty Alfred Tennyson

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„Na szukanie lepszego świata nie jest jeszcze za późno.“

— Alfred Tennyson
Źródło: Wacław Idziak, Biznes, Koszalińskie Wydawnictwo Prasowe, Koszalin 1990, s. 111.

„All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word. "[http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/virg.htm To Virgil]", st. 3 (1882)

„Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight Lines 163-164

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„So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur. Lines 136-142

„Thus truth was multiplied on truth“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: p>Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world Like one great garden show'd, And thro' the wreaths of floating dark up-curl'd, Rare sunrise flow'dAnd Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow, When rites and forms before his burning eyes Melted like snow.</p

„But am I not the nobler thro' thy love?
O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts? Or all the same as if he had not been? Not so. Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth? O shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself Thro' madness, hated by the wise, to law System and empire? Sin itself be found The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun? And only he, this wonder, dead, become Mere highway dust? or year by year alone Sit brooding in the ruins of a life, Nightmare of youth, the spectre of himself! If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all, Better the narrow brain, the stony heart, The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days, The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set gray life, and apathetic end. But am I not the nobler thro' thy love? O three times less unworthy! likewise thou Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years. "[http://www.readbookonline.net/read/4310/14259/ Love and Duty]", l. 1- 21 (1842)

„Oh, to what uses shall we put
The wildweed-flower that simply blows?
And is there any moral shut
Within the bosom of the rose?“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair. Oh, to what uses shall we put The wildweed-flower that simply blows? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose? Moral, st. 1

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„The many fail: the one succeeds.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: The bodies and the bones of those That strove in other days to pass, Are wither'd in the thorny close, Or scatter'd blanching on the grass. He gazes on the silent dead: "They perish'd in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes thro' his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds." The Arrival, st. 2

„Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Friends, I am only merry for an hour or two Upon a birthday: if this life of ours Be a good glad thing, why should we make us merry Because a year of it is gone? but Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come Whispering 'It will be happier;' and old faces Press round us, and warm hands close with warm hands, And thro' the blood the wine leaps to the brain Like April sap to the topmost tree, that shoots New buds to heaven, whereon the throstle rock'd Sings a new song to the new year — and you, Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed. Act I, Scene III

„Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Half a league half a league Half a league onward All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred: 'Forward the Light Brigade Charge for the guns' he said Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. St. 1

„What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease. Choric Song, st. 4

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