Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn … - Alfred Tennyson
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Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign, after William Wordsworth, and is one of the most popular English poets.
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Alfred Tennyson, 1. Baron Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson
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Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Alcibiades
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A. Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson, Baron Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson Tennyson
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Tennyson
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1st Baron Tennyson of Aldworth and Freshwater Alfred Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson d'Eyncourt
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Lord Tennyson Alfred
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Alfred (Lord)
Perfectly beautiful: let it be granted her: where is the fault? All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not to be seen) Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, Dead perfection, no more.
Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be?
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It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are — One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
