Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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The year is dying in the night.
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Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.
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God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
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Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights; She heard the torrents meet.
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Love will conquer at the last.
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Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
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Man is man, and master of his fate.
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Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
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Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
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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.
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.