But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that… — 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
Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights; She heard the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land,… — 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
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the… — 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
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild… — 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
