The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“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
“I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never… — 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
