Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

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.

That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.

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

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

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.

No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

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

Love will conquer at the last.

Woman is the lesser man.

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.

Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.

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

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!

Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

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

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

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.

All things human change.

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

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.

Love is the only gold.

There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

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.

The mighty hopes that make us men.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

Those 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.

Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.

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