“The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control - these three alone lead life to sovereign power. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed. — 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
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end. — 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
Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still. — 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
Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite:… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death. — 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
