The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before;… — 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
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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
All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. — 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
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
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. — 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
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
