Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes & Wallpapers

Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathed kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood? Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool. Alfred Lord Tennyson

I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men. Alfred Lord Tennyson

I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone. Alfred Lord Tennyson

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew. Alfred Lord Tennyson

. . . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheeps or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend? For so this whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. Alfred Lord Tennyson

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. Alfred Lord Tennyson

My mind is clouded with a doubt. Alfred Lord Tennyson

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever. Alfred Lord Tennyson

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages. Alfred Lord Tennyson

I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why? Alfred Lord Tennyson

God made thee good as thou art beautiful. Alfred Lord Tennyson

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells. Alfred Lord Tennyson

This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man. Alfred Lord Tennyson

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine. Alfred Lord Tennyson

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep. Alfred Lord Tennyson

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ring out the false, ring in the true. Alfred Lord Tennyson

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times. Alfred Lord Tennyson

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is. Alfred Lord Tennyson

But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faith is believing what we cannot prove. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nature, red in tooth and claw. Alfred Lord Tennyson

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world. Alfred Lord Tennyson

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam. Alfred Lord Tennyson

What's up is faith, what's down is heresy. Alfred Lord Tennyson

So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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? Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day. Alfred Lord Tennyson

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Alfred Lord Tennyson

This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim. Alfred Lord Tennyson

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer! Alfred Lord Tennyson

The greater person is one of courtesy. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. Alfred Lord Tennyson

A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God. Alfred Lord Tennyson

The quiet sense of something lost Alfred Lord Tennyson

That which we are, we are. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds. Alfred Lord Tennyson

He is all fault who has no fault at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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