To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth. Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson More Quotes From Alfred Lord Tennyson Either sex alone is half itself. Alfred Lord Tennyson nature men sex Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? Alfred Lord Tennyson harps strings life As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. Alfred Lord Tennyson wife husband art As the husband is, the wife is. Alfred Lord Tennyson wife husband In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man. Alfred Lord Tennyson men long years The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better. Alfred Lord Tennyson soul house men Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Alfred Lord Tennyson grateful pain people But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus Alfred Lord Tennyson ashes strong age No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years. Alfred Lord Tennyson perseverance strength years Lady, for indeed Alfred Lord Tennyson dream beautiful life I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere. Alfred Lord Tennyson profit humans knows O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Lord Tennyson echoes blow sweet Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. Alfred Lord Tennyson simple faith heart Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March. Alfred Lord Tennyson eye artist hair A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth. Alfred Lord Tennyson lasts earth firsts Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Lord Tennyson mother sweet father Of old sat Freedom on the heights Alfred Lord Tennyson freedom light feet France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood. Alfred Lord Tennyson light men blood It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another. Alfred Lord Tennyson profit pleasure needs But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot. Alfred Lord Tennyson squares book looks
