Quotes by Alfred Tennyson
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,...
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned...
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.
By night we lingered on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry;...
It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
We always compare our labor with its results. We do not devote more effort to a given task if we can accomplish it with less; nor, when confronted with two toilsome tasks, do we choose the greater. We are more inclined to diminish the ratio of effort to result, and if, in so doing, we gain a little leisure, nothing will stop us from using it, for the sake of additional benefits, in enterprises more in keeping with our tastes. Man's universal practice, indeed, is conclusive in this regard. Always and everywhere, we find that he looks upon toil as the disagreeable aspect, and on satisfaction as the compensatory aspect, of his condition. Always and everywhere, we find that, as far as he is able, he places the burden of his toil upon animals, the wind, steam, or other forces of Nature, or, alas! upon his fellow men, if he can gain mastery over them. In this last case, let me repeat, for it is too often forgotten, the labor has not been lessened; it has merely been shifted to other shoulders.
Faith lives in honest doubt.
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Sir Richard cried in his English pride, 'We have fought such a fight for a day and a night...
Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Government is the great fiction, through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else.
Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark!...
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass,...
If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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.
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human strife, And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day.
No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
'The old order changeth, yielding place to new And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown,
