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
suicide crazy sorrow
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
dream glimpse forgotten
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
love blow sky
O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
soul may persons
The thrall in person may be free in soul
brother men something-new
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
men branches conservative
That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
nature men mind
Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.
time jewels long
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
house soul ease
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
sweet loss voice
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
love hate scorn
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
love land orange
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!
life flower white
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
life dream prayer
. . . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheeps or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend? For so this whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.