Flower Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

The white flower of a blameless life.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne,…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming,…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson