Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars?… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be! — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you… — 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
Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For… — 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
