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...
beauty creatures hunt love man ride shining woman
Man is the hunter; woman is his game. The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.
arch experience fades margin whose
I am a part of all that I have met; yet all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
arch experience fades forever margin move whose
I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move
cannon forward knew light man reason rode six soldier valley
Forward the Light Brigade! Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die; Into the valley of death, Rode the six hundred, Cannon to right
peace ring thousand wars
Ring out the thousand wars of old,/ Ring in the thousand years of peace.
pure spirit thou
Make Thou my spirit pure and clear/ As are the frosty skies.
dreams fame man men-and-women wakes woman
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
breeze praise round stir thee
Round thee with the breeze of song/ To stir a little praise of dust.
cannon front left
Cannon to right of them,/ Cannon to left of them,/ Cannon in front of them/ Volleyed and thundered.
limit quiet roaming shadow spaces
Here at the quiet limit of the world,/ A white-haired shadow roaming like a dream/ The ever-silent spaces of the East.
lawless myriad science single wilderness
The lawless science of the law, that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances
edward fatter
Edward Bull/ The curate; he was fatter than his cure.
cute-love hold lost loved sorrow whatever
I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.