In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind. — 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
Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land,… — 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
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed… — 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
