Quotes
Quotes - Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Forget thee...
Never--
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into Chaos.
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day:
Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away,
To sleep! to sleep!
Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past:
Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
None can truly write his single day,
And none can write it for him upon earth.
A breath that fleets beyond this iron world
And touches him who made it.
Like perfect music unto nobler words.
Death's truer name
Is "Onward," no discordance in the roll
And march of that Eternal Harmony
Whereto the world beats time.
A good woman is a wondrous creature, cleaving to the right and to the good under all change: lovely in youthful comeliness, lovely all her life long in comeliness of heart.
The night with sudden odour reeled;
The southern stars a music pealed.
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in confederacy against him.
My people too were scared with eerie sounds, A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls. A noise of falling weights that never fell, Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand, Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door, And bolted doors that open'd of themselves; And one betwixt the dark and light had seen Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.
Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will.
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light.
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
