560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.

Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.

But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine.

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

Earth is dry to the center, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro' , Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.

The many fail: the one succeeds.