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
rain sky rainbow
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
rain men rivers
Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
morning rain heart
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
summer lying rain
I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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.
beautiful art goodness
God made thee good as thou art beautiful.