Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
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Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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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.
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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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
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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All things human change.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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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.
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The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.
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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.