Top 380 Alfred Tennyson Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.”

— Alfred Tennyson

152. “There’s no glory like those who save their country.”

— Alfred Tennyson

153. “Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.”

— Alfred Tennyson

154. “The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.”

— Alfred Tennyson

155. “Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.”

— Alfred Tennyson

156. “Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.”

— Alfred Tennyson

157. “He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.”

— Alfred Tennyson

158. “To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.”

— Alfred Tennyson

159. “Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.”

— Alfred Tennyson

160. “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.”

— Alfred Tennyson

161. “Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.”

— Alfred Tennyson

162. “A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.”

— Alfred Tennyson

163. “This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.”

— Alfred Tennyson

164. “Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’d On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!”

— Alfred Tennyson

165. “By blood a king, in heart a clown.”

— Alfred Tennyson

166. “That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.”

— Alfred Tennyson

167. “And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.”

— Alfred Tennyson

168. “The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.”

— Alfred Tennyson

169. “Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.”

— Alfred Tennyson

170. “As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.”

— Alfred Tennyson

171. “Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.”

— Alfred Tennyson

172. “Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch’d forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.”

— Alfred Tennyson

173. “Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!”

— Alfred Tennyson

174. “That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.”

— Alfred Tennyson

175. “It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.”

— Alfred Tennyson

176. “And wheresoe’er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.”

— Alfred Tennyson

177. “O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.”

— Alfred Tennyson

178. “Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.”

— Alfred Tennyson

179. “And every dew-drop paints a bow.”

— Alfred Tennyson

180. “He is all fault who has no fault at all.”

— Alfred Tennyson

181. “For love reflects the thing beloved.”

— Alfred Tennyson

182. “But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.”

— Alfred Tennyson

183. “Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.”

— Alfred Tennyson

184. “Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.”

— Alfred Tennyson

185. “And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.”

— Alfred Tennyson

186. “And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!”

— Alfred Tennyson

187. “O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.”

— Alfred Tennyson

188. “Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.”

— Alfred Tennyson

189. “But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.”

— Alfred Tennyson

190. “There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.”

— Alfred Tennyson

191. “Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.”

— Alfred Tennyson

192. “In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.”

— Alfred Tennyson

193. “Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.”

— Alfred Tennyson

194. “O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.”

— Alfred Tennyson

195. “A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.”

— Alfred Tennyson

196. “In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove; In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.”

— Alfred Tennyson

197. “Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.”

— Alfred Tennyson

198. “Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.”

— Alfred Tennyson

199. “Bible reading is an education in itself.”

— Alfred Tennyson

200. “He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.”

— Alfred Tennyson