560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

Ah, why Should life all labour be?

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

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.

I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why?

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.