208 Quotes by Lord Alfred Tennyson

So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.

Forerun thy peers, thy time, and letThy feet, millenniums hence, be set In midst of knowledge, dream'd not yet.

I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.

And at the closing of the dayShe loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away,The Lady of Shallot.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room

Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

All the charm of all the Muses/ often flowering in a lonely word.