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Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes - Page 10

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.73, Cambridge University Press

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.46, Cambridge University Press

Woman is the lesser man.

Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.121, Cambridge University Press

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

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.679, Delphi Classics

We needs must love the highest when we see it.

'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'Guinevere' (1859) l. 652

So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.916, Delphi Classics

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.

Lord Alfred Tennyson (2012). “Tennyson: Poems”, p.201, Everyman's Library

Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.

"Alfred Lord Tennyson: A Memoir By His Son, Volume II". Book by Hallam Tennyson, 2nd Baron Tennyson (p. 73), 1897.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.98, Broadview Press

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.521, Delphi Classics

Better not be at all than not be noble.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.635, Delphi Classics

For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.474, Delphi Classics

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

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.283, Delphi Classics