Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson was a British poet. He was the Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria’s reign and remains one of the most popular British poets. Alfred Tennyson was born 6th August, 1809 in Somersby, United Kingdom. Alfred was 83 years when he died on the 6th of October 1892, Lurgashall, United Kingdom.
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65 Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes & Sayings
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All around the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Yet I thought I saw her stand, A shadow there at my feet, High over the shadowy land.
I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.
Maud in the light of her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die, Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean, And myself so languid and base.
The old order changes, giving place to the new… least on good custom should corrupts the world.
In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;” And the white rose weeps, “She is late;” The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;” And the lily whispers, “I wait.
So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not
I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within
I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
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.
Pray for my soul. 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 men may come and men may go, but I go on forever…
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’…
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
The mirror crack’d from side to side “The curse has come upon me,” cried The Lady of Shalott
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall…
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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.
And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
This madness has come on us for our sins.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, too full for sound or foam, when that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, moulding men.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe were life!
If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
Virtue – to be good and just – Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix’d with cunning sparks of hell. – The Vision of Sin
I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
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.
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit’s inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
She saw the snowy poles of moonless Mars, That marvellous round of milky light Below Orion, and those double stars Whereof the one more bright Is circled by the other
Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King– Else, wherefore born?
Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.
20 Short Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
I will drink life to the lees.
The quiet sense of something lost
I am a part of all that I have met.
Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die
Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm.
I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
Life is brief but love is LONG
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
The shell must break before the bird can fly.
I am half-sick of shadows,’ said The Lady of Shalott.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Sometimes the heart sees what’s invisible to the eye.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Come friends, it’s not too late to seek a newer world.