Alfred Lord Tennyson
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.Collection: Grief
The white flower of a blameless life.Collection: Life
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.Collection: Smell
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.Collection: Anchors
Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.Collection: Spirit
And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!Collection: Hands
Nature, red in tooth and claw.Collection: Nature
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.Collection: Love
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!Collection: Rain
My mind is clouded with a doubt.Collection: Doubt
You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.Collection: Spiritual
Here at the quiet limit of the world.Collection: World
The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.Collection: Strange
The many fail: the one succeeds.Collection: Succeed
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.Collection: Life
And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!Collection: Fall
The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.Collection: Husband
The mighty hopes that make us men.Collection: Hope
Love will conquer at the last.Collection: Life
A louse in the locks of literature.Collection: Criticism
Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.Collection: Death
Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.Collection: Common Sense
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.Collection: Men
It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.Collection: Years
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.Collection: Eagles
The thrall in person may be free in soulCollection: Soul
Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.Collection: Acceptance
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.Collection: Winning
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.Collection: Nature
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.Collection: Love
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.Collection: Country
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.Collection: Strong
And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!Collection: Humor
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 weightCollection: Hate
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the roomCollection: Three
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.Collection: Beauty
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.Collection: Suicide
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.Collection: Sweet
A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.Collection: Summer
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.Collection: Running
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.Collection: Men
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.Collection: Roots
We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.Collection: Hate
Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.Collection: Fire