And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
