Top 380 Alfred Tennyson Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.”

— Alfred Tennyson

202. “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

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

— Alfred Tennyson

204. “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

205. “Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.”

— Alfred Tennyson

206. “All things human change.”

— Alfred Tennyson

207. “Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.”

— Alfred Tennyson

208. “This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.”

— Alfred Tennyson

209. “All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.”

— Alfred Tennyson

210. “The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.”

— Alfred Tennyson

211. “A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.”

— Alfred Tennyson

212. “I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.”

— Alfred Tennyson

213. “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.”

— Alfred Tennyson

214. “To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.”

— Alfred Tennyson

215. “Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.”

— Alfred Tennyson

216. “Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?”

— Alfred Tennyson

217. “Ah, why Should life all labour be?”

— Alfred Tennyson

218. “The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.”

— Alfred Tennyson

219. “It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.”

— Alfred Tennyson

220. “Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.”

— Alfred Tennyson

221. “The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.”

— Alfred Tennyson

222. “The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.”

— Alfred Tennyson

223. “I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.”

— Alfred Tennyson

224. “Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.”

— Alfred Tennyson

225. “Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.”

— Alfred Tennyson

226. “My 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 Tennyson

227. “Virtue! – to be good and just – Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix’d with cunning sparks of hell.”

— Alfred Tennyson

228. “Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.”

— Alfred Tennyson

229. “That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.”

— Alfred Tennyson

230. “The woman is so hard Upon the woman.”

— Alfred Tennyson

231. “We needs must love the highest when we see it.”

— Alfred Tennyson

232. “The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.”

— Alfred Tennyson

233. “Love’s too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.”

— Alfred Tennyson

234. “We are all a part of every person we have ever met.”

— Alfred Tennyson

235. “Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream; For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.”

— Alfred Tennyson

236. “Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.”

— Alfred Tennyson

237. “The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour’d back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.”

— Alfred Tennyson

238. “The greater man the greater courtesy.”

— Alfred Tennyson

239. “Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.”

— Alfred Tennyson

240. “I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.”

— Alfred Tennyson

241. “What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?”

— Alfred Tennyson

242. “The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...”

— Alfred Tennyson

243. “Science grows and Beauty dwindles.”

— Alfred Tennyson

244. “Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.”

— Alfred Tennyson

245. “Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.”

— Alfred Tennyson

246. “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.”

— Alfred Tennyson

247. “My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.”

— Alfred Tennyson

248. “But while I breathe Heaven’s air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.”

— Alfred Tennyson

249. “Ah, 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 Tennyson

250. “And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.”

— Alfred Tennyson