All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou… — 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
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
What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
You, methinks you think you love me well; For me, I love you somewhat; rest: and Love Should have some rest and… — 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
