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Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Death, Twilight, Farewell
'Crossing the Bar' (1889)

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Wall, Flower, Space
1832 Poems,'The Lady of Shalott' (revised 1842), pt.1, l.15-18.

The woman is so hard Upon the woman.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Women, Hard
'The Princess' (1847) pt. 6, l. 205

Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Death, Past, Men
"Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th ed., 1919.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Art, Husband, Wife
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.115, Cambridge University Press

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dog, Horse, Passion
'Locksley Hall' (1842) l. 49

The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Men, Dwarves, Together

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Smile, Home

I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lakes, Wind, Sea
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.907, Delphi Classics

The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

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

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Science, Growth, Grows

There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Heart, Men, Light

How fares it with the happy dead?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Happiness
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.72, Broadview Press

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Islands, Stories, Way
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Professor Norman Page (2013). “Tennyson: Selected Poetry”, p.115, Routledge

Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet, Loss, Voice
Alfred Lord Tennyson, “From "The Princess"”

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Song, Wings, Singing
'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 48

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music, Cities, Piano
'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'Gareth and Lynette' (1872) l. 272

Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dream, Laughter, Eye
Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)”

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Recalls
'Tithonus' (1860, revised 1864) l. 46

Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Life, Dream, Men
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1057, Delphi Classics

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Stars, Science, Night
Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.112, Cambridge University Press

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Travel, Moving, Shining
'Ulysses' (1842) l. 6

And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Delight, Spirit, Equal
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.71, Broadview Press

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Soul, Mind, May
In Memoriam prologue, st. 7 (1850)

Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer, Flower, Fall
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Tennyson: Selected Poetry”, p.37, Routledge

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