Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

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?

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.

A day may sink or save a realm.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

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

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

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.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

Better not be at all than not be noble.

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.

Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

Authority forgets a dying king.

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

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

A louse in the locks of literature.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

Love will conquer at the last.

How fares it with the happy dead?

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.

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.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

Bible reading is an education in itself.

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.

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.

The greater person is one of courtesy.

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.