Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes about Morning

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The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Morning, Stars, Golden

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1327, Delphi Classics

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Morning, Rain, Heart

'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 7

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Morning, Heart, Loss

Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.185, Cambridge University Press

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

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