Lord Alfred Tennyson
Lord Alfred 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...
eternal public
That eternal want of pence/ Which vexes public men.
fought harder lie matter met truth
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright,/ But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
heart strength ten
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
beyond great happy purpose sail shall touch until wash western
My purpose holds/ To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths/ Of all the western stars, until I die./ It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;/ It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles/ And see the great Achilles.
april becomes blossoms buds
My regret/ Becomes an April violet,/ And buds and blossoms like the rest.
dreams hall hunts
Locksley Hall Like a dog, he hunts in dreams
dearer hall hold horse novel passion shall spent
Locksley Hall He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse
careless gods hills lie
Live and lie reclined/ On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
blossom wind
I wind about, and in and out,/ With here a blossom sailing,/ And here and there a lusty trout,/ And here and there a grayling.
rear savage shall
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my savage race.
half man sight
Half light, half shade,/ She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
again fight hath lord shall spared strike
We have children, we have wives,/ And the Lord hath spared our lives./ We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go;/ We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow.
angel character divine false ideal looking loves man natures rubbish unreal
Who loves not a false imagining, an unreal character in us; but looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our natures - not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.
dreadful lips onward portions taken time
Time driveth onward fast,/ And in a little while our lips are dumb./ Let us alone. What is it that will last?/ All things are taken from us, and become/ Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.