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Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; ... 'So careful of the type', but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She

Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; ... 'So careful of the type', but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go' ... Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law- Tho' Nature red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dream, Nature, Prayer
Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Obiit MDCCCXXXIIi (Entire)”

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Nature, Wall, Spring
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walt Whitman (2010). “English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)”, p.1039, Cosimo, Inc.

She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Grace, Lovely, Faces
1832 Poems,'The Lady of Shalott' (revised 1842), pt.4, l.168-71.

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music, Singing, Pipe
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.734, Delphi Classics

Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Walks
"The Lover's Tale". Book by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1879.

Oh good gray head which all men knew!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men, Gray
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.154, Cambridge University Press

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dream, Dark, Men
Alfred Lord Tennyson (2004). “Selected Poems”, p.142, Penguin UK

O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Blow, Sky
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 4, song (added 1850)

Man's word is God in man.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Coming of Arthur' (1869) l. 132

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fate, Issues, Veils
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.128, Cambridge University Press

For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music, Scandal, Cold
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.2758, Delphi Classics

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Speech
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 23

Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Dust, Sparks
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.527, Delphi Classics

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Kindness, Wind, Kind

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Happiness, May, Achilles
"Ulysses" l. 59 (1842)

Tho' much is taken, much abides.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gratitude, Taken, Skyfall
"Ulysses" l. 65 (1842)

There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Science, Clouds, Sea
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.845, Delphi Classics

I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Home, Blood, Long

The noonday quiet holds the hill.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Quiet, Hills, Calmness
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.53, Cambridge University Press

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet, Wall, Lying
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walt Whitman (2010). “English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)”, p.1028, Cosimo, Inc.

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Light, Air, Perfect
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'Guinevere' (1859) l. 640

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Valleys, Ferns, Sparkle
'The Brook' (1855) l. 23

The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Vices, Passionate
'Maud' (1855) pt. 1, sect. 4, st. 7

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love, Hate, Scorn
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.2492, Delphi Classics

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
House, Soul, Ease
'The Palace of Art' (1832) st. 1

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