I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last. — 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
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love. — 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
Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a… — 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
She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon 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
The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
. . . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless… — 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
