560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The last great Englishman is low.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

We needs must love the highest when we see it.

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.