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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A trifle makes a dream, a trifle breaks.

No sound is breathed so potent to coerce
And to conciliate, as their names who dare
For that sweet mother-land which gave them birth
Nobly to do, nobly to die.

If they find some stain or blemish in a name of note, not grieving that their greatest are so small, inflate themselves with some insane delight, and judge all nature from her feet of clay.

The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.

Nothing Will Die (1830)

The poet in a golden clime was born,
With golden stars above;
Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.

The Poet (1830)

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
-In Memoriam A.H.H.

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower — but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Flower in the Crannied Wall (1869)

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

Crossing the Bar (1889)

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Ulysses (1842)

Fires that shook me once, but now to silent ashes fall'n away.
Cold upon the dead volcano sleeps the gleam of dying day.

Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886)

Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

How sweet to have a common faith!
To hold a common scorn of death!

Supposed Confessions (1830)

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain—
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain.

But am I not the nobler thro' thy love?
O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.

O Love! what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!

Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

The Princess (1847)

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Crossing the Bar (1889)

Blind and naked Ignorance
Delivers brawling judgments, unashamed,
On all things all day long.

Where blind and naked Ignorance
Delivers brawling judgments, unashamed,
On all things all day long.

No more shall * * * Peace
Pipe on her pastoral hillock a languid note,
And watch her harvest ripen.

Maud; A Monodrama (1855)

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