O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. — 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
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels… — 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
I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late… — 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
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat… — 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
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)-… — 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
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
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
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
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
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
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
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share
