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
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
Current among men, Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. — 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
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
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. — 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
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
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
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
