Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
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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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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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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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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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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
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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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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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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.
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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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But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
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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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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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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.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
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Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.