Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes

Either sex alone is half itself.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

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

The thrall in person may be free in soul

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

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

The greater person is one of courtesy.

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

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.

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

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

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

By blood a king, in heart a clown.