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
plato mean men
Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.
nature world sparrows
Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
ocean sea stones
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
taken past portions
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
lasts firsts earth
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
prayer men hands
What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
heart fancy matter
What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
children motherhood training
The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
years matrimony thrive
It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
art husband wife
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
husband wife
As the husband is, the wife is.
men house soul
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.
pain grateful evil
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
hate self heaven
We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.