Love Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

As the husband is, the wife is.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love is the only gold.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Man's word is God in man.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love will conquer at the last.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

For love reflects the thing beloved.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

God gives us love, someone to love he lends us.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before;…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of…

— 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…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

You, methinks you think you love me well; For me, I love you somewhat; rest: and Love Should have some rest and…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

All things human change.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Bible reading is an education in itself.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

The mighty hopes that make us men.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tho' much is taken, much abides;

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

How fares it with the happy dead?

— Alfred Lord Tennyson