So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though… — 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 Image
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Image
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — 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
