560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.