ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON: QUOTES
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- All is well, tho' faith and form
- Be sunder'd in the night of fear.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, In Memoriam
- Forward, forward let us range,
- Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
For man is man and master of his fate.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The Idylls of the King
O hard, when love and duty clash!
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The Princess
- The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind
- Hath foul'd me.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The Idylls of the King
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, The Higher Pantheism
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink life to the lees.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, Ulysses
- Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good,
- Or propagate again her loathèd kind,
- Thronging the cells of the diseased mind,
- Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood,
- Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?
- For every worm beneath the moon
- Draws different threads, and late and soon
- Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
- All the windy ways of men
- Are but dust that rises up,
- And is lightly laid again.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Vision of Sin
- I know that age to age succeeds,
- Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,
- A dust of systems and of creeds.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
- Virtue!--to be good and just--
- Every heart, when sifted well,
- Is a clot of warmer dust,
- Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Vision of Sin
- And men, whose reason long was blind,
- From cells of madness unconfined,
- Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
- No life that breathes with human breath
- Has ever truly long'd for death.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
- A sorrow's crown of sorrow
- Is remembering happier things.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
ALFRED TENNYSON, In Memoriam
- All precious things, discover'd late,
- To those that seek them issue forth,
- For love in sequel works with fate,
- And draws the veil from hidden worth.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Daydream
- In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
- In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;
- In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
- In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
- If I make dark my countenance,
- I shut my life from happier chance.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
Authority forgets a dying king.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Idylls of the King
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Enoch Arden
- My strength is as the strength of ten,
- Because my heart is pure.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Sir Galahad
- Virtue!--to be good and just--
- Every heart, when sifted well,
- Is a clot of warmer dust,
- Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Vision of Sin
- Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands;
- Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
- Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
- Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Idylls of the King
- Can calm despair and wild unrest
- Be tenants of a single breast,
- Or sorrow such a changeling be?
ALFRED TENNYSIN, In Memoriam
Either sex alone is half itself.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Princess
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
- There lives more faith in honest doubt,
- Believe me, than in half the creeds.
ALFRED TENNYSON, In Memoriam
- The still affection of the heart
- Became an outward breathing type,
- That into stillness past again,
- And left a want unknown before;
- Although the loss had brought us pain,
- That loss but made us love the more.
ALFRED TENNYSON, "The Miller's Daughter"
- If Nature put not forth her power
- About the opening of the flower,
- Who is it that could live an hour?
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
- Name and fame! to fly sublime
- Through the courts, the camps, the schools
- Is to be the ball of Time,
- Bandied in the hands of fools.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Vision of Sin
- What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys,
- Though the deep heart of existence beat forever like a boy's?
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway'd,
In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
ALFRED TENNYSON, In Memoriam A.H.H.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Alfred Lord Tennyson: A Memoir
- It may be that no life is found,
- Which only to one engine bound
- Falls off, but cycles always round.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Two Voices
- That loss is common would not make
- My own less bitter, rather more:
- Too common! Never morning wore
- To evening, but some heart did break.
ALFRED TENNYSON, "In Memoriam A.H.H."
- O Love, O fire! once he drew
- With one long kiss my whole soul through
- My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
- The woods are hush'd, their music is no more;
- The leaf is dead, the yearning past away;
- New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er;
- New life, new love, to suit the newer day:
- New loves are sweet as those that went before:
- Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Idylls of the King
'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
ALFRED TENNYSON, "In Memoriam A. H. H."
Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought,
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
ALFRED TENNYSON, In Memoriam A.H.H.
For always roaming with a hungry heart,
Much have I seen and known.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Ulysses
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
One so small
Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Idylls of the King
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Idylls of the King
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.
ALFRED TENNYSON, "Tithonus"
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Princess
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love--
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.
Oh death in life, the days that are no more!
ALFRED TENNYSON, The Princess
Read Alice Meynell's essay: Some Thoughts of a Reader of Tennyson
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