Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

525 Sourced Quotes

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Though thou wert scattered to the wind,
Yet is there plenty of the kind.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Forget thee…
Never—
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into Chaos.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
And blessings on the falling out
That all the more endears,
When we fall out with those we love
And kiss again with tears!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compass'd by the inviolate sea.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"If I'm a beggar born," she said
"I will speak out, for I dare not lie,
Pull off, pull off the brooch of gold,
And fling the diamond necklace by." "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse,
"But keep the secret all you can."
She said, "Not so; but I will know
If there be any faith in man".

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Speak no more of his renown,
Lay your earthly fancies down,
And in the vast cathedral leave him,
God accept him, Christ receive him!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Here and there a cotter's babe is royal—born by right divine;
Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen or his swine.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake
That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there
But never yet hath dipt into the abysm

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I know that age to age succeeds,
Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,
A dust of systems and of creeds.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows, for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ambition
Is like the sea wave, which the more you drink
The more you thirst—yea—drink too much, as men
Have done on rafts of wreck—it drives you mad.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Doant thou marry for munny, but goa wheer munny is!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson