Quotes from Alfred Lord Tennyson

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

Life is brief but love is LONG .

Love will conquer at the last.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.

Trust me not at all, or all in all.

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.