Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?
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All things human change.
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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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And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
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France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
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The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
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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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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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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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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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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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Faith lives in honest doubt.
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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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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.