He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love. Alfred Lord Tennyson rememberlovelooks Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime. Alfred Lord Tennyson common-sensesimplicitysublime For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon. Alfred Lord Tennyson cocoonsdifferentmoon Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be. Alfred Lord Tennyson heartmenhands The night comes on that knows not morn, Alfred Lord Tennyson and-lovenightdeath How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise. Alfred Lord Tennyson dadboysfather Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. Alfred Lord Tennyson wallspaceflower To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth. Alfred Lord Tennyson faultsearthlove The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me. Alfred Lord Tennyson experiencenursedirty Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot. Alfred Lord Tennyson echoesriverssong Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. Alfred Lord Tennyson motherhappinessfall You, methinks you think you love me well; Alfred Lord Tennyson love-youlifemean Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!" Alfred Lord Tennyson summerwinterfall Better not to be at all Than not to be noble. Alfred Lord Tennyson nobilitynoble For always roaming with a hungry heart. Alfred Lord Tennyson roaminghungryheart Better not be at all than not be noble. Alfred Lord Tennyson human-naturenoble Here at the quiet limit of the world. Alfred Lord Tennyson roaminglimitsworld The woods decay, the woods decay and fall. Alfred Lord Tennyson decaywoodsfall The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts. Alfred Lord Tennyson recalls 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 wallblowfall
