It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon. Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth. Alfred Lord Tennyson issues fate veils She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room Alfred Lord Tennyson three pace rooms Too much wit makes the world rotten. Alfred Lord Tennyson rotten too-much world Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. Alfred Lord Tennyson sparks dust heart It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round. Alfred Lord Tennyson life-is may fall Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster. Alfred Lord Tennyson soul mind may What rights are those that dare not resist for them? Alfred Lord Tennyson dare conflict rights God gives us love. Something to love Alfred Lord Tennyson love life fall Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself. Alfred Lord Tennyson sin stupid There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Alfred Lord Tennyson wall sweet lying Red of the Dawn Alfred Lord Tennyson red freedom dawn Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. Alfred Lord Tennyson aspens littles wind I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot. Alfred Lord Tennyson light air perfect 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 ferns sparkle valleys The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice. Alfred Lord Tennyson passionate vices heart Behold, we know not anything; Alfred Lord Tennyson hope spring fall The woman is so hard Upon the woman. Alfred Lord Tennyson hard women Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. Alfred Lord Tennyson fifty europe years She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. Alfred Lord Tennyson water-lily cracks mirrors Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Alfred Lord Tennyson her-beauty men knowledge
