Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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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.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
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Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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Authority forgets a dying king.
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Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
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She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthly bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
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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.
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For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.
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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
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For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
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It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried.
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.