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 past men
I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why?
life fall love-is
God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
life beloved
For love reflects the thing beloved.
life hurt regret
Love is hurt with jar and fret; Love is made a vague regret.
moon planets rate
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
life strings harps
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
life world arms
And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
life walks
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
life deep-love lips
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
life dream thee
I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come.
life beautiful dream
Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell; And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.
life sweet art
Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain: I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. ... I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.
life dream men
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
life littles lost
Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.