560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.

Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.