Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against… — 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
Gods have done a lot in the past, will do a lot in the future, but are always strangely absent from the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?"… — 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
It is not because God is irrational that we cannot comprehend him; it is because God is rational, and in the nature… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
He never sold the truth to serve the hour, nor paltered with Eternal God for power. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 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
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law - Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair. — 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
