What did Alfred Lord Tennyson mean by: Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England Copy
+ I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Expression, Nature, Passion, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Beauty, Value, Youth, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Love will conquer at the last. Author, August 23, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Conquer, Love, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Here at the quiet limit of the world. Author, June 15, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Isolation, Peace, Solitude, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Beauty, Loss, Transience, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Humanity, Imperfection, Love, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ Thoroughly to believe in one’s own self, so one’s self were thorough, were to do great things. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Achievement, Potential, Self-confidence, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
+ My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Exploration, Mortality, Purpose, 0 Alfred Lord Tennyson Poet · England
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I’m not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. William Morris Designer · England
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
