Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain;
  And sweet is death who puts an end to pain:
  I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
  Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be:
  Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me.
  O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die.
  ...
  I fain would follow love, if that could be;
  I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
  Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Life, Sweet, Art

  Alfred Lord Tennyson (2013). “Idylls of the King”, p.159, Simon and Schuster

• But for the unquiet heart and brain
  A use in measured language lies;
  The sad mechanic exercise
  Like dull narcotics numbing pain.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Pain, Lying, Heart

  'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 5

• Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Love, Sweet, Pain

• I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Weed, Pain, Lying

  1850 In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 5, l.1-8.

• The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Pain, Heart, Loss

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.294, Delphi Classics

• Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  True Love, Pain, Grief

  Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)”

• Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere?
  Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Pain, Grateful, People

  "Locksley Hall Sixty Years After". Pome by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1886.

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