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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I saw the...
I saw the flaring atom-streams
And torrents of her myriad universe,
Ruining along the illimitable...
Looking on the...
Looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Jewels five-words long<br>That...
Jewels five-words long
That on the stretched forefinger of all Time
Sparkle for...
Let the great...
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Source:...
News from the...
News from the humming city comes to it
In sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
I the heir...
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Source: Locksley Hall,...
Ma?ybe she warn't...
Ma?ybe she warn't a beauty:- I niver giv it a thowt.
Source: Northern Farmer. New...
Like glimpses of...
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
Source: In Webster's Electronic Quotebase, ed....
Make Thou my...
Make Thou my spirit pure and clear
As are the frosty skies.
Source: St Agnes'...
No little lily-handed...
No little lily-handed Baronet he,
A great broad-shouldered genial Englishman,
A lord of fat prize-oxen and of...
I will drink<br>Life...
I will drink
Life to the lees.
Source: Ulysses, 6
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson,...
Music that gentlier...
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.
Love is the...
Love is the only gold.
Source: In
Man for the...
Man for the field and woman for the hearth:
Man for the sword and for the needle she:
Man with the head and...
O fall'n at...
O fall'n at length that tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that...
I wind about,...
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and...
Now sleeps the...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in...
Man dreams of...
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
Source: In
Men may rise...
Men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
Source:...
O friends, our...
O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute.
Source: Ode on the Death of the Duke of...