He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more. Alfred Lord Tennyson pain loss heart Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. Alfred Lord Tennyson glimpse forgotten dream If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance. Alfred Lord Tennyson negativity chance dark A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips. Alfred Lord Tennyson romantic-love kissing heart Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last. Alfred Lord Tennyson change dream heart Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower. Alfred Lord Tennyson learning flower weight Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years. Alfred Lord Tennyson golden-years golden years Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die. Alfred Lord Tennyson dies reason reason-why There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Alfred Lord Tennyson rose sweet fall Authority forgets a dying king. Alfred Lord Tennyson dying kings death Life is brief but love is LONG . Alfred Lord Tennyson life-is love-is long Her eyes are homes of silent prayers. Alfred Lord Tennyson eye prayer home For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be. Alfred Lord Tennyson future eye graduation Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. Alfred Lord Tennyson singing wings song Silence, beautiful voice. Alfred Lord Tennyson voice silence beautiful Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long Alfred Lord Tennyson naked ignorance long You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me. Alfred Lord Tennyson real spiritual believe He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. Alfred Lord Tennyson horse passion dog Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies. Alfred Lord Tennyson laughter eye dream Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day. Alfred Lord Tennyson prayer dream night
