Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, FRSwas Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 August 1809
time sorrow crowns
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
moving experience arches
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
running attitude military
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
inspirational change science
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
men
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
stars shining found
I found Him in the shining of the stars.
fall woods decay
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...
home blood long
I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
so-sad
So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
grief forgiving found
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
weed flower earth
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
dark men race
Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus
strong age ashes
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
recalls
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.