Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again — 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
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 Copy Share Image
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite:… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law - Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by… — 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
