Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.Collection: Eye
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.Collection: Wind
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.Collection: Art
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.Collection: Sweet
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.Collection: Mirrors
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.Collection: Sick
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.Collection: Sweet
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.Collection: Time
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.Collection: Heart
And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.Collection: Dove
For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.Collection: Golden
Silence, beautiful voice.Collection: Beautiful
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.Collection: Knights
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.Collection: Success
Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.Collection: Nature
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.Collection: Prayer
Attain the unattainable.Collection: Success
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.Collection: Friendship
The quiet sense of something lostCollection: Quiet
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.Collection: Heart
God made thee good as thou art beautiful.Collection: Beautiful
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day longCollection: Ignorance
God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.Collection: Inspirational
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.Collection: Love
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.Collection: Morning
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.Collection: Lying
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.Collection: Truth
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.Collection: Past
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.Collection: Sweet
...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.Collection: Philosophical
The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.Collection: Done
He makes no friend who never made a foe.Collection: Friendship
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.Collection: Inspirational
For love reflects the thing beloved.Collection: Life
My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.Collection: Gratitude
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.Collection: War
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.Collection: Crowds
The greater man the greater courtesy.Collection: Men
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.Collection: Years
A beam in darkness: let it grow.Collection: Darkness
Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.Collection: Noble
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.Collection: Strength