Alfred Lord Tennyson
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.Collection: Knights
For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.Collection: Music
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.Collection: Men
I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.Collection: Dust
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?Collection: Perfect
This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.Collection: Flames
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.Collection: Atheism
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.Collection: Food
Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.Collection: Flower
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.Collection: Speech
And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.Collection: Freedom
Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.Collection: Plato
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.Collection: Science
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.Collection: Kindness
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.Collection: Ocean
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.Collection: Faith
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.Collection: Happiness
O last regret, regret can die!Collection: Regret
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!Collection: Goal
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.Collection: Smile
There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.Collection: Sea
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.Collection: Lonely
Man's word is God in man.Collection: Men
Oh good gray head which all men knew!Collection: Men
All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.Collection: Moving
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.Collection: Truth
The noonday quiet holds the hill.Collection: Quiet
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.Collection: World
I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.Collection: Summer
Either sex alone is half itself.Collection: Nature
But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.Collection: Single
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.Collection: Dream
Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.Collection: Inspirational
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.Collection: Death
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.Collection: Dream
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.Collection: Morning
Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.Collection: Men
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.Collection: Crazy
The woman is so hard Upon the woman.Collection: Women
And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.Collection: Summer