And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. — 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
I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not… — 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
Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on… — 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
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
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
I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt… — 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
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in… — 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
Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
. . . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain… — 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
