The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before;… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The… — 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
There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of… — 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
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice. — 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
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my… — 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
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
