All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again. Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot. Alfred Lord Tennyson squaresbooklooks Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. Alfred Lord Tennyson womenqueensgirl I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone. Alfred Lord Tennyson delicatepriestsheard Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. Alfred Lord Tennyson heartlittles All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move. Alfred Lord Tennyson experienceforevermoving Woman is the lesser man. Alfred Lord Tennyson womenmen Our wills are ours, we know not how; Alfred Lord Tennyson knows 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 for ages. Alfred Lord Tennyson voicenamestime Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Alfred Lord Tennyson farewelltwilighttime The time draws near the birth of Christ; Alfred Lord Tennyson christmasmoonhealing To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man. Alfred Lord Tennyson passionmenyears Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare. Alfred Lord Tennyson staringbritishfeet I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Alfred Lord Tennyson savagesrace An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace. Alfred Lord Tennyson twilighttreeorder A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair. Alfred Lord Tennyson talldaughterbeauty And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. Alfred Lord Tennyson wellsgraincommon By blood a king, in heart a clown. Alfred Lord Tennyson kingsheartblood The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn. Alfred Lord Tennyson darkdreammen Love's too precious to be lost, Alfred Lord Tennyson lostlittleslife Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be? Alfred Lord Tennyson unrestdespairsorrow
