Quotes from Alfred Lord Tennyson

Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.

Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.

The mighty hopes that make us men.

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.

That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.

I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

Better not be at all than not be noble.