Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die. Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson ...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips. Alfred Lord Tennyson philosophicaltouchingtogether Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power. Alfred Lord Tennyson leadershippositiveknowledge A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies. Alfred Lord Tennyson truth-ishalflying And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind. Alfred Lord Tennyson cellsmenyears I loved you, and my love had no return, Alfred Lord Tennyson i-loved-youreturnlife Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes. Alfred Lord Tennyson tiredmusiclying He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more. Alfred Lord Tennyson friendship Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; Alfred Lord Tennyson sweetlifeart What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul. Alfred Lord Tennyson flowerspiritualjesus In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. Alfred Lord Tennyson eternitypast The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men. Alfred Lord Tennyson men The mighty hopes that make us men. Alfred Lord Tennyson hopemen I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair. Alfred Lord Tennyson despairactionworry Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. Alfred Lord Tennyson soulmightchrist So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. Alfred Lord Tennyson philosophicalambitionwork The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. Alfred Lord Tennyson voice Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again Alfred Lord Tennyson true-lovepaingrief I found Him in the shining of the stars. Alfred Lord Tennyson starsshiningfound Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer. Alfred Lord Tennyson stormprayerheaven Tis held that sorrow makes us wise. Alfred Lord Tennyson sorrowwise
