And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. — 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
Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days… — 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
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know… — 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
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
