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.”

“First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest;
That man's the best Cosmopolite
Who loves his native country best.”

“Fires that shook me once, but now to silent ashes fall'n away.
Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day.”

“My God, I would not live
Save that I think this gross hard-seeming world
Is our misshaping vision of the Powers
Behind the world, that make our griefs our gains.”

“The golden guess
Is morning-star to the full round of truth.”

“This laurel greener from the brows
Of him that utter'd nothing base.”

“All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.”

“You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
Tomorrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;
Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.”

“Who can fancy warless men?
Warless? War will die out late then. Will it ever? late or soon?
Can it, till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon?”

“Death's truer name
Is "Onward," no discordance in the roll
And march of that Eternal Harmony
Whereto the world beats time.”

“My lord, you know what Virgil sings—
Woman is various and most mutable.”

“For now the poet can not die,
Nor leave his music as of old,
But round him ere he scarce be cold
Begins the scandal and the cry.”

“So many minds did gird their orbs with beams,
Tho' one did fling the fire;
Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams
Of high desire.”

“O Love! what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!”

“A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.”

“It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.”

“It was the time when lilies blow,
And clouds are highest up in air.
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.”

“A breath that fleets beyond this iron world
And touches him who made it.”

“Well, Gosse, would you like to know what I think of Churton Collins? I think he's a Louse on the Locks of Literature.”

“On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot.”

“For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.”

“You sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.
The lion on your old stone gates
Is not more cold to you than I.”

“Charm us, orator, till the lion look no larger than the cat.”

“When every morning brought a noble chance,
And every chance brought out a noble knight.”

“All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.”

“Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet —
Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.”

“Authors—essayist, atheist, novelist, realist, rhymester, play your part,
Paint the mortal shame of nature with the living hues of art.”

“Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.”

“Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.”

“Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all
My friends and brother souls,
With all the peoples, great and small,
That wheel between the poles.”