I am a part of all I have seen. Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson For love reflects the thing beloved. Alfred Lord Tennyson belovedlife Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Alfred Lord Tennyson echoessoulsuccess In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold Alfred Lord Tennyson coldclothesweed A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day. Alfred Lord Tennyson fashiontruthlooks A louse in the locks of literature. Alfred Lord Tennyson lockscriticismliterature I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling. Alfred Lord Tennyson sealakeswind Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool. Alfred Lord Tennyson woolsoundnight As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid. Alfred Lord Tennyson playwindhappiness Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot. Alfred Lord Tennyson lightflowerlife 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. Alfred Lord Tennyson voicenaturemoon Through the ages one increasing purpose runs. Alfred Lord Tennyson purposeagerunning The thrall in person may be free in soul Alfred Lord Tennyson personssoulmay God and Nature met in light. Alfred Lord Tennyson god-and-naturemetslight Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. Alfred Lord Tennyson cupsbornmen Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been? Alfred Lord Tennyson eyeheartlove The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end. Alfred Lord Tennyson mechaniclifelong Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die. Alfred Lord Tennyson soldierreasonreason-why Ah, when shall all men's good Alfred Lord Tennyson menpeacelying There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. Alfred Lord Tennyson gaycolornight A beam in darkness: let it grow. Alfred Lord Tennyson beamgrowsdarkness
