And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Lord Tennyson wall blow fall We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. Alfred Lord Tennyson earth morning The quiet sense of something lost Alfred Lord Tennyson lost quiet Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be. Alfred Lord Tennyson bygones acceptance lost How fares it with the happy dead? Alfred Lord Tennyson happiness But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. Alfred Lord Tennyson tears light night But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Alfred Lord Tennyson come-back-to-me grace Love will conquer at the last. Alfred Lord Tennyson conquer lasts life I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. Alfred Lord Tennyson dust hands fall Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam. Alfred Lord Tennyson gleam canvas crowds The sin Alfred Lord Tennyson forgiveness forgiving men I am on fire within. Alfred Lord Tennyson save-me sin fire Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die. Alfred Lord Tennyson blow heart death Sweet is true love, though given in vain. Alfred Lord Tennyson vain sweet love Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky! Alfred Lord Tennyson rainbow rain sky He is all fault who has no fault at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson faults For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun. Alfred Lord Tennyson fighting gun son And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Alfred Lord Tennyson fighting stars summer Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. Alfred Lord Tennyson men death past We love but while we may; Alfred Lord Tennyson thee may life
