100 Inspiring Quotes By Alfred Lord Tennyson That Will Brighten Up Your Day
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The fact that Alfred Lord Tennyson is the ninth most frequently quoted writer in the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations tells a lot about the greatness of this ingeniously prolific British poet. Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria’s reign, he was by far one of the most renowned poets of the Victorian era. A child prodigy, Tennyson showed an early interest in writing that cemented his fate for future. However, fame and recognition did not come in easy for this creatively overpowering man as Tennyson in his early years of poetry was condemned as ‘an obscure poet’. Disheartened, he did not pen a poem for nine years. The fourth decade of the 19
th century turned Tennyson’s fate and thus marked the start of a legacy. Later in 1850, when Tennyson came up with ‘In Memoriam’, it became the magnum opus of his career. His career peaked to new heights and he was counted as a successor to William Wordsworth. The work also contained many of Tennyson’s most famous phrases that have become commonplaces in English Languages. Quotes that we say often like ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’ or ‘Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die’ or ‘Knowledge comes, but Wisdom lingers’ or ‘The old order changeth, yielding place to new’ all came in from the pen of this prolific Victorian poet. Read on to explore a compilation of some of the best known quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson, covering various aspects of life. The quotes would surely leave a lasting impression on your mind and leave you inspired.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever. Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all. Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'... I am a part of all that I have met. I will drink life to the lees. A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed. Sometimes the heart sees what's invisible to the eye. Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm. Come friends, it's not too late to seek a newer world. Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die The quiet sense of something lost There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain. Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true. I remain
Mistress of mine own self
and mine own soul I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott. The shell must break before the bird can fly. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait. So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die. For always roaming with a hungry heart. So sad, so fresh the days that are no more. So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. Life is brief but love is LONG . For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within. The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions. So I find every pleasant spot
In which we two were wont to meet,
The field, the chamber, and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not Forgive my grief for one removed
Thy creature whom I found so fair
I trust he lives in Thee and there
I find him worthier to be loved. A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips. So now I have sworn to bury
All this dead body of hate
I feel so free and so clear
By the loss of that dead weight Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die. It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon. For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be. I sometimes find it half a sin,
To put to words the grief i feel,
For words like nature,half reveal,
and half conceal the soul within, The city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built forever. If you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking. I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair. Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born? Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die. Shall love be blamed for want of faith? I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move. The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse has come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone. I hold it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things. And ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be! Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes. Never, oh! never, nothing will die;
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die. The year is dying in the night. Virtue - to be good and just -
Every heart, when sifted well,
Is a clot of warmer dust,
Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
- The Vision of Sin That which we are, we are. Let the great world spin for ever down
the ringing grooves of change. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let thy voice,
Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For men may come and men may go, but I go on forever... For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart:
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak. 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? What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns? My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure. And was the day of my delight
As pure and perfect as I say? I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell. Not once or twice in our fair island-story,
The path of duty was the way to glory. Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be…
And thou, O Lord, art more than they. In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two. A beam in darkness: let it grow. The woods decay, the woods decay and fall... We needs must love the highest when we see it. 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. Who is wise in love, love most, say least. She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last -- far off -- at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring. Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred. She saw the snowy poles of moonless Mars, That marvellous round of milky light Below Orion, and those double stars Whereof the one more bright
Is circled by the other Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. Brothers in Art: a friendship so complete And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still! But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound or foam,
when that which drew from out
the boundless deep
turns again home. This madness has come on us for our sins. In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All around the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. The old order changes, giving place to the new... least on good custom should corrupts the world.
Seal'd her minefrom her first sweet breath
Mine, and mine by right, from birth till death
Mine, mine-our fathers have sworn.
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone
Yet I thought I saw her stand,
A shadow there at my feet,
High over the shadowy land.
The deep moans round with many voices.
Maud in the light of her youth and her grace,
Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die,
Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean,
And myself so languid and base.
I fain would follow love, if that could be;
I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
Call and I follow, I follow! let me die. May make my heart as a milestone, set my face as a flint, cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes and dust.