Alfred Lord Tennyson
Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.Collection: Wall
And every dew-drop paints a bow.Collection: Dew
The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.Collection: Men
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.Collection: Death
Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.Collection: Death
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.Collection: Dog
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.Collection: Wall
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.Collection: Science
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.Collection: Taken
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.Collection: Law
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.Collection: Common
Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.Collection: Father
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.Collection: Weed
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.Collection: Hurt
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.Collection: Weed
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.Collection: Sweet
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.Collection: God
Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.Collection: School
Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?Collection: Children
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?Collection: Gleam
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!Collection: Sweet
All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.Collection: Men
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.Collection: Cheer
Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.Collection: Heart
All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.Collection: Fate
The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of ShalottCollection: Mirrors
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.Collection: Dream
And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.Collection: Night
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?Collection: Love Is
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.Collection: Love
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.Collection: Music
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.Collection: Sweet
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.Collection: Men
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"Collection: Summer
Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.Collection: Wise
I found Him in the shining of the stars.Collection: Stars
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.Collection: Voice
Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.Collection: Flower
But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.Collection: Night
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.Collection: Nature
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.Collection: Night
The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.Collection: Order
Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.Collection: Wisdom
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.Collection: Pain
The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.Collection: Smart
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.Collection: Hate