The quiet sense of something lost.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe quiet sense of something lost.
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 TENNYSONLove will conquer at the last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThis barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONBlind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONSo many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOurs is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONFor love reflects the thing beloved.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONMy doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONKnowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA beam in darkness: let it grow.
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 TENNYSONWho is wise in love, love most, say least.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON