All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of… — 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
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
. . . 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
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the… — 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
