Alfred lord tennyson quotes

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

I am a part of all that I have met.

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

A day may sink or save a realm.

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.

A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.

Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales. They said that Love would die when Hope was gone. And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. ... I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

For love reflects the thing beloved.

This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Silence, beautiful voice.

Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point. ... Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. ... Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

The quiet sense of something lost

God and Nature met in light.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

All things human change.

He is all fault who has no fault at all.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

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.

Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Trust me not at all, or all in all.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

Love is the only gold.

Attain the unattainable.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.

Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

As the husband is, the wife is.

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

the shell must break before the bird can fly.

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.

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.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.