Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, -… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
By shaping some august decree, Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The… — 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
I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)-… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise… — 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
