I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life! Alfred Lord Tennyson shining travel moving Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Alfred Lord Tennyson grief sleep heart This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. Alfred Lord Tennyson boundless truth mind Till last by Philip's farm I flow Alfred Lord Tennyson rain rivers men Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings. Alfred Lord Tennyson wall morning sweet Shall love be blamed for want of faith? Alfred Lord Tennyson want love-is Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed. Alfred Lord Tennyson sad land claims The noonday quiet holds the hill. Alfred Lord Tennyson calmness hills quiet A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever. Alfred Lord Tennyson doctors epic time Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things. Alfred Lord Tennyson thorough self believe Come, Time, and teach me many years, Alfred Lord Tennyson eye dream time Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey. Alfred Lord Tennyson sparrows nature world The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together. Alfred Lord Tennyson causes together men Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus Alfred Lord Tennyson race dark men Every moment dies a man, Alfred Lord Tennyson mathematics time men All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Alfred Lord Tennyson portions taken past What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? Alfred Lord Tennyson prayer sheep men Man is man, and master of his fate. Alfred Lord Tennyson fate masters men Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed. Alfred Lord Tennyson weed flower earth And others' follies teach us not, Alfred Lord Tennyson folly teach experience
