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Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Spirit, Efficiency, Cricket

There's no glory like those who save their country.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Country, Glory

I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
New Year, Years, Old Year
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.584, Delphi Classics

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Rain, Sky, Rainbow
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Coming of Arthur' (1869) l. 402

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Morning, Moving
'Maud' (1855) pt. 1, sect. 22, st. 1

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Doubt, Mind, Clouded
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Passing of Arthur' (1869) l. 424

Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell; And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Beautiful, Dream
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1133, Delphi Classics

Faith lives in honest doubt.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Faith, Feelings, Doubt

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Time, Names, Voice
'Northern Farmer. New Style' (1869) st. 5

Virtue must shape itself in deed.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Shapes, Deeds, Virtue
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.299, Broadview Press

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.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Men, Hands
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 106

Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Spring, Blow, Air
"Poems, Chiefly Lyrical". Book by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1830.

Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Believe, Self, Thorough

O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mother, Humility, Son
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1851). “The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson”

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Blow, White, World
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Coming of Arthur' (1869) l. 481

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fall, Kissing, Tears
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.292, Delphi Classics

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
I Miss You, Missing You, Goodbye
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.611, Delphi Classics

It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music, Silence, Rift
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'Merlin and Vivien' (1859) l. 388

Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Eye, Artist, Hair
'The Gardener's Daughter' (1842) l. 28

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mirrors, Water Lily, Cracks
'The Lady of Shalott' (1832, revised 1842) pt. 3

I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Bridges, Cities, Watches
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1851). “The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson”

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Wind, Littles, Aspens
'The Lady of Shalott' (1832, revised 1842) pt. 1

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,- Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mother, New Year, Queens
'The May Queen' (1832)

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Art, Littles, Lord
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) prologue

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet, Morning, Wall
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.898, Delphi Classics

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