Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONShape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHer eyes are homes of silent prayers.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONFour grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI 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.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONMy doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONRing out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAh, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONBattering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOurs not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONLove will conquer at the last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThere is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONO love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONFaith is believing what we cannot prove.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON