Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
''“There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson
''“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 who work with him. Dont knock your friends. Dont knock your enemies. Dont knock yourself.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson
''“I hold it true, whateer befall;Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
I feel it when I sorrow most;
Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.” ''
''“To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King and a Selection of Poems
''“Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson
''“I am half-sick of shadows, said The Lady of Shalott.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott
''“The shell must break before the bird can fly.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson
''“The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"Alfred Lord Tennyson
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait.” ''
''“So runs my dream, but what am I?Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.” ''
''“More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.”''Alfred Lord Tennyson
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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men ...
Merlin And Vivien
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
For he that always bare in bitter grudge
The slights of Arthur and his Table, Mark
The Cornish King, had heard a wandering voice,