Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

1809–1892 England

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign, after William Wordsworth, and is one of the most popular English poets.

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Also known as: Alfred Lord Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, Lord Alfred Tennyson, Tennyson, Tennyson, Alfred

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O well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur.

Morte D'Arthur (1842)

For this is England's greatest son,
He that gained a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington (1852)

I heard * * *
* * * the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.

But, rising up,
Robed in the long night of her deep hair, so
To the open window moved.

As she fled fast through sun and shade
The happy winds upon her played,
Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

I loved you, and my love had no return,
And therefore my true love has been my death.

A land of promise, a land of memory,
A land of promise flowing with the milk
And honey of delicious memories!

Morn in the white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.

The Princess (1847)

Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.

And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.

For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake
That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there
But never yet hath dipt into the abysm

Kings have no such couch as thine,
As the green that folds thy grave.

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

What profits now to understand
The merits of a spotless shirt—
A dapper boot—a little hand—
If half the little soul is dirt.

And ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!

Maud; A Monodrama (1855)

The garden lies,
A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream.

So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.

Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range.
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.

And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons, when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.

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