If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
You, methinks you think you love me well; For me, I love you somewhat; rest: and Love Should have some rest and… — 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
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the… — 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
