560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.

The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.

A day may sink or save a realm.

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.