“I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy’d Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“But I remain'd, whose hopes were dim, Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth, To wander on a darken'd earth, Where all… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“ The Oak Live thy Life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Let Knowledge grow from more to more; but more of reference in us dwell” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“ The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“May make my heart as a milestone, set my face as a flint, cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“In her right hand the lily, in her left The letter--all her bright hair streaming down-- And all the coverlid was cloth of gold… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy’d Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“The old order changes, giving place to the new... least on good custom should corrupts the world.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade!… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt,… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
