The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHe makes no friend who never made a foe.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAnd our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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 TENNYSONOh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONWhat the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONA lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONMusic that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe old order changes yielding place to new.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONSo many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONHope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONMy life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAs love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON