560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.