To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. — 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
