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
summer fall winter
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"
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.
blue wife long
From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
faith feelings doubt
Faith lives in honest doubt.
plato mean men
Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.
husband heart wife
The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.
ocean sea stones
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
lasts firsts earth
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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.
trust feelings trust-me
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
roaming limits world
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
lying
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
lying fighting may
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.
summer lying fall
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.