Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
-
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
-
The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
-
Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
-
Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
-
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
-
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
-
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
-
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
-
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
-
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
-
...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
-
Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
-
O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
-
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
-
I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
-
A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
-
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
-
Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
-
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
-
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
-
My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
-
Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
-
Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
-
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.