She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
Alfred Lord TennysonAs love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
Alfred Lord TennysonSelf-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
Alfred Lord TennysonThose who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
Alfred Lord TennysonI 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