Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. — 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
His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There is more faith in an honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the… — 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
