God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONGod gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONShape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONKnowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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 TENNYSONA louse in the locks of literature.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThis barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTis held that sorrow makes us wise.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAnd the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAnd our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONRing out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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 TENNYSONTis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONIf I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.
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