That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Old men must die, or the word would grow moldy, would only breed the past again — 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
The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is… — 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
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Maud in the light of her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die, Till I well… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Gods have done a lot in the past, will do a lot in the future, but are always strangely absent from the… — 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
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Every man at time of Death, Would fain set forth some saying that may live After his death and better humankind; For… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast,… — 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
