Lord Tennyson Quotes & Sayings

An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

What rights are those that dare not resist for them? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

My doom is, I love thee still.
Let no man dream but that I love thee still. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail
Against her beauty? May she mix
With men and prosper! Who shall fix
Her pillars? Let her work prevail. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

O last regret, regret can die! — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

As the husband is, the wife is. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own; Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

God's finger touched him, and he slept. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
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." — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Any man that walks the mead
In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find,
According as his humors lead,
A meaning suited to his mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 — Alfred Lord Tennyson

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, ... — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

God made thee good as thou art beautiful. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

This poem inspired me to write my eBook.

The Miller's Daughter by Alfred Lord Tennyson

It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear;
For hid in ringlets day and night
I'd touch her neck so warm and white. — Ellen Read

Earth is dry to the center,
But spring, a new comer,
A spring rich and strange,
Shall make the winds blow
Round and round,
Thro' and thro' ,
Here and there,
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be fill'd with life anew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Man is man, and master of his fate. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Contemporary fantasists all bow politely to Lord Tennyson and Papa Tolkien, then step around them to go back to the original texts for inspiration
and there are a lot of those texts. We have King Arthur and his gang in English; we've got Siegfried and Brunhild in German; Charlemagne and Roland in French; El Cid in Spanish; Sigurd the Volsung in Icelandic; and assorted 'myghtiest Knights on lyfe' in a half-dozen other cultures. Without shame, we pillage medieval romance for all we're worth. — David Eddings

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? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The greater man the greater courtesy. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, 'She must weep or she will die.' Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee- Like summer tempest came her tears- 'Sweet my child, I live for thee.' -Alfred Lord Tennyson — Colleen Houck

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 — Alfred Lord Tennyson

For why is all around us here As if some lesser god had made the world, But had not force to shape it as he would? Alfred Lord Tennyson: Idylls of the King — K.H. Rennie

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tis held that sorrow makes us wise. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Virtue must shape itself in deed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Bible reading is an education in itself. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The noonday quiet holds the hill. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Crossing the Bar
"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar."
Lord Tennyson — Ally Condie

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ring out the false, ring in the true. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Either sex alone is half itself. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
"Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson — Alfred Tennyson

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The old order changes yielding place to new. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.' — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Trust me not at all, or all in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Better not to be at all Than not to be noble. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

There's no glory like those who save their country. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

My mind is clouded with a doubt. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

We love but while we may;
And therefore is my love so large for thee,
Seeing it is not bounded save by love. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Big results require big ambitions. Aim high. Behave honorably. Prepare to be alone at times, and to endure failure. Persist! The world needs all you can give. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. - ALFRED LORD TENNYSON — Bob Proctor