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I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, ...
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The old order changes yielding place to new.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
How fares it with the happy dead?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tho' much is taken, much abides;
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Bible reading is an education in itself.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A day may sink or save a realm.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.
— Alfred Tennyson
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling ...
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
But for the unquiet heart and brainA use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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
And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
There's no glory like those who save their country.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Life needs for life is possible to will.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
When you meet triumph or disaster, treat these imposters alike.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
God gives us love, someone to love he lends us.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Things seen are mightier than things heard.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Man's word is God in man.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good,And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Any man that walks the meadIn bud, or blade, or bloom, may find,
According as his humors lead,
A meaning suited to his mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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? — Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Be near me when my light is low ... And all the wheels of being slow.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be ... And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
The greater man the greater courtesy.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
— Alfred Lord Tennyson