Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

The old order changes yielding place to new.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

God and Nature met in light.

We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

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.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.

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.

This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.

All things human change.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

The mighty hopes that make us men.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.

After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.

All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear.

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.

Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.

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

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.