560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.

Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.

It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.