Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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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.
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The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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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.
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God and Nature met in light.
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Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
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I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.
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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.
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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.
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Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
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Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell; And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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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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We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.