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
kings heart blood
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
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.
men blood light
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
children cells blood
Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?
mother fall blood
Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
truth mind boundless
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
men coins currents
Current among men, Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
fire clouds west
Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
faith feelings doubt
Faith lives in honest doubt.
country men cosmopolitanism
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
trust feelings trust-me
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
manners courtesy persons
The greater person is one of courtesy.
roots tree branches
Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
death past men
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.