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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Mastering the lawless science of our law,—
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.

Aylmer's Field (1864)

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.

The Charge of the Light Brigade (1854)

It is the little rift within the lute
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

Home they brought him slain with spears,
They brought him home at even-fall.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.

The Princess (1847)

Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills,
Like footsteps upon wool.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.

The night with sudden odour reeled;
The southern stars a music pealed.

"I'll never love any but you," the morning song of the lark;
"I'll never love any but you," the nightingale's hymn in the dark.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more.

In Memoriam A.H.H (1849)

I watch'd the little circles die;
They past into the level flood.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.

Yet the moonlight is the sunlight and the sun himself will pass.

Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886)

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