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
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die. — 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
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
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
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
Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep… — 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
