560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Yet all things must die.The stream will cease to flow;The wind will cease to blow;The clouds will cease to fleet;The heart will cease to beat;For all things must die.All things must die.

On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And through the field the road runs byTo many-towered Camelot.

Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shoreThan labor in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.

I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.

The wind sounds like a silver wire,And from beyond the noon a fireIs pour'd upon the hills, and nigherThe skies stoop down in their desire;And, isled in sudden seas of light,My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,Bursts into blossom in his sight.

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

Too much wit makes the world rotten.