Top 15 Alfred Tennyson Quotes

"The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait.

O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

"She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott."

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

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

For tho' 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.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell,
Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw — but it shall not be so:
Let all be well, be well.