Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Virtue!
to be good and just
Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
to be good and just
Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.
And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
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! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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.
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads,
Rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies,
Tangled in a silver braid.
Rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies,
Tangled in a silver braid.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
And others' follies teach us not,
Nor much their wisdom teaches,
And most, of sterling worth, is what
Our own experience preaches.
Nor much their wisdom teaches,
And most, of sterling worth, is what
Our own experience preaches.
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
I am on fire within.
There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin,
And save me lest I die?
There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin,
And save me lest I die?
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
We love but while we may;
And therefore is my love so large for thee,
Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
And therefore is my love so large for thee,
Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.