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
true-love pain grief
Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
love gold true-love
Love is the only gold.
love dream art
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
love kissing fire
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
sweet heart deep-love
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
love friendship romantic
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
love funny life
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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.
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!
love morning moving
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
love-is want
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
love sweet pain
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
sweet regret first-love
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!