The quiet sense of something lost.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe quiet sense of something lost.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOurs not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI am a part of all that I have met.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONOur echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe shell must break before the bird can fly.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONRich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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 TENNYSONHe that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONIn time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONDreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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 is the only gold.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTis held that sorrow makes us wise.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONShape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON