Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

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.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

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.

Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.

What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?

A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.

I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.

And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

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

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.

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

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights; She heard the torrents meet.

Tho' much is taken, much abides.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Attain the unattainable.

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

For love reflects the thing beloved.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

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

Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.

The thrall in person may be free in soul

Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.

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

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

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

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.

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.

A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

The woman is so hard Upon the woman.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.