Frases de Alfred Tennyson

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“O conhecimento vem e vai, mas a sabedoria permanece.”

“A felicidade de um homem não consiste na ausência, mas sim no domínio das suas paixões.”

“Nas mandíbulas da Morte,
Na boca do Inferno.”

“Auto-respeito, autoconhecimento, autocontrole conduzem a vida ao poder supremo.”

“Na primavera, a imaginação de um jovem volta-se, ligeira, para pensamentos de amor.”

“Não tem amigos o homem que nunca teve inimigos.”

“Dizem que a dor nos torna sábios.”

“Os sonhos são verdadeiros enquanto duram, e não vivemos nos sonhos?”

“Abismo Talvez o abismo nos engula Talvez cheguemos a Atlântida Talvez não tenhamos mais a força de mover montanhas. Mas somos o que somos.”

“Nossos espíritos se precipitaram um para o outro ao tocar dos lábios.”

“A minha força é igual a de dez outras criaturas, porque o meu coração é puro.”

“Todo o encanto de todas as Musas freqüentemente florescia em uma palavra solitária.”

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

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

“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!”

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

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Unalterably and pesteringly fond.”

“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.”

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

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

“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.”