“Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Let Knowledge grow from more to more; but more of reference in us dwell” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“ The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“May make my heart as a milestone, set my face as a flint, cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“In her right hand the lily, in her left The letter--all her bright hair streaming down-- And all the coverlid was cloth of gold… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy’d Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“The old order changes, giving place to the new... least on good custom should corrupts the world.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade!… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt,… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.” — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“And while he waited in the castle court, The voice of Enid, Yniol's daughter, rang Clear through the open casement of the hall, Singing;… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“And Gareth bowed himself with all obedience to the King, and wrought All kind of service with a noble ease That graced the lowliest… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
“It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole… — Alfred Tennyson Copy Share Image
