But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death. — 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
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear. — 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
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth. — 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
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
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
“I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never… — 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
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 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
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
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of… — 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
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
“Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her… — 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
To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed… — 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
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
