Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes - Page 13
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1851). “The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson”
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 5
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.316, Delphi Classics
Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Recollection Of The Arabian Nights”
'The Lady of Shalott' (1832, revised 1842) pt. 2
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
'A Dream of Fair Women' (1832) l. 87
'The Lady of Shalott' (1832, revised 1842) pt. 1
'The Grandmother' (1859) st. 8
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.699, Delphi Classics
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1057, Delphi Classics
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.153, Broadview Press
"Locksley Hall" l. 20 (1842)
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
'Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington' (1852) st. 4
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.74, Cambridge University Press
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 27
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.57, Cambridge University Press
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) Dedication (1862) l. 24
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Last Tournament' (1859) l. 317
All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.138, Broadview Press
"Tithonus" l. 1 (1860 - 1864)
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.132, Cambridge University Press
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1434, Delphi Classics