560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.