Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note,… — 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
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Maud in the light of her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die, Till I well… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die. — 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
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
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. — 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
