“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed. — 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
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Manners are not idle, but the fruit. Of loyal nature and of noble mind. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances. — 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
Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“There rolls the deep where grew the tree O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars hath… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
It is not because God is irrational that we cannot comprehend him; it is because God is rational, and in the nature… — 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
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind. — 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
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
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to… — 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
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath… — 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
