Quotes from Lord Alfred Tennyson

I chatter chatter as I flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go But I go on forever.

The war-drum throbb'd no longer and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man the federation of the world.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

The old order changeth, yielding place to new.

I was born to other things.

Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

As the husband is, the wife is.

For tho' from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; 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.'

Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below - Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Home they brought her warrior dead.

Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

Marriages are made in Heaven.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

God's finger touched him and he slept.

Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

There lives more faith in honest doubt Believe me than in half the creeds.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

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.