560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

The woman is so hard Upon the woman.

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

The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.

The thrall in person may be free in soul

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...

We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.

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

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.