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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Wearing all that...
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
Source: In Memoriam,...
Tis held that...
Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
Source: In Memoriam, CXIII
-- Alfred, Lord...
What does little...
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Source: Song
--...
Thro' scudding drifts...
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea.
Source: Ulysses,...
We be all...
We be all good Englishmen.
Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the children of the devil,
For I never turned my...
Willows whiten, aspens...
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island...
To reverence the...
To reverence the King, as if he were
Their conscience, and their conscience as their King,
To break the heathen...
What hope of...
What hope of answer or redress?
Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Source: In...
Thy voice is...
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands.
We have children,...
We have children, we have wives,
And the Lord hath spared our lives.
We will make the Spaniard promise, if we...
With a little...
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
Source: Locksley...
Whatever crazy sorrow...
Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
No life that breathes with human breath
Has ever truly longed for...
Wielder of the...
Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.
Source: To...
Time driveth onward...
Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will...
What rights are...
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
Source: In
You must wake...
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;
To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad...
Who is wise...
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
Source: In
Yet I doubt...
Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of...
To rust unburnished,...
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use.
Source: Ulysses, 23
-- Alfred, Lord...
Who never sold...
Who never sold the truth to serve the hour,
Nor paltered with eternal God for power.