560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.

She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!

Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

God gives us love, someone to love he lends us.

France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.