Alfred Tennyson quotes

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Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
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,
Twilight and evening bell.
And after that the dark!
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
There beneath the Roman ruin where the purple flowers grow,
Came that "Ave atque Vale" of the poet's hopeless woe,
That man's the true Conservative
Who lops the mouldered branch away.
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers:
Authority forgets a dying king.
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