WIST Quotations

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], part 55, st. 2-5 (1849)

Dave — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 14:19:38 +0000

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], part 55, st. 2-5 (1849)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Flower in the Crannied Wall” (1869)

Dave — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 15:19:05 +0000

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower — but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Flower in the Crannied Wall” (1869)

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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” , Part 27, st. 4 (1849)

Dave — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 11:11:26 +0000

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” , Part 27, st. 4 (1849)

Arthur Henry Hallam was the fiancé of Tennyson's sister Emily. Hallam died suddenly in September 1833.

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], part 106 (1849)

Dave — Thu, 31 Dec 2015 17:06:24 +0000

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], part 106 (1849)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], part 54, st. 5 (1849)

Dave — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 19:01:33 +0000

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.
So runs my dream; but what am I?
An infant crying in the night;
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], part 54, st. 5 (1849)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], Part 6, st. 1-2 (1849)

Dave — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 16:42:08 +0000

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, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], Part 6, st. 1-2 (1849)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], XCVI, st. 3 (1849)

Dave — Sun, 01 Feb 2004 16:00:00 +0000

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam], XCVI, st. 3 (1849)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam],” Part 54, st. 1-3 (1849)

Dave — Thu, 16 Dec 2010 13:32:11 +0000

O, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete.
That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shriveled in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another’s gain.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“In Memoriam A. H. H.” [Arthur Henry Hallam],” Part 54, st. 1-3 (1849)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Lady Clara Vere de Vere,” st. 7 (1832)

Dave — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 12:35:20 +0000

Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere,
From yon blue heavens above us bent
The gardener Adam and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Howe’er it be, it seems to me,
‘Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Lady Clara Vere de Vere,” st. 7 (1832)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Maud; A Monodra” (1856)

Dave — Thu, 23 May 2013 14:51:07 +0000

We cannot be kind to each other here for an hour;
We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother’s shame;
However we brave it out, we men are a little breed.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Maud; A Monodra” (1856)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Sir Galahad”, st. 1 (1842)

Dave — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 15:18:23 +0000

My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Sir Galahad”, st. 1 (1842)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “The Ancient Sage”, l. 66-69 (1885)

Dave — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 20:45:28 +0000

For nothing worthy proving can be proven,
Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise,
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“The Ancient Sage”, l. 66-69 (1885)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “The Charge of the Light Brigade,” st. 1 (1854)

Dave — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 13:47:07 +0000

Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
‘Forward the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns’ he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“The Charge of the Light Brigade,” st. 1 (1854)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “The Charge of the Light Brigade,” st. 2 (1854)

Dave — Thu, 30 Sep 2010 13:40:15 +0000

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“The Charge of the Light Brigade,” st. 2 (1854)

Popularly, "Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die."

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “The Lady of Shalott,” Part 3, st. 5 (1832)

Dave — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 14:17:19 +0000

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“The Lady of Shalott,” Part 3, st. 5 (1832)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “The Two Voices,” st. 1-2 (1842)

Dave — Thu, 30 Dec 2010 17:50:02 +0000

A still small voice spake unto me,
“Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?”
Then to the still small voice I said;
‘Let me not cast in endless shade
What is so wonderfully made.’

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“The Two Voices,” st. 1-2 (1842)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “The Two Voices,” st. 11 (1842)

Dave — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 15:03:03 +0000

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

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“The Two Voices,” st. 11 (1842)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Ulysses,” ll. 22-32 (1842)

Dave — Tue, 20 Feb 2024 00:10:23 +0000

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge, like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Ulysses,” ll. 22-32 (1842)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Ulysses,” ll. 49-53 (1842)

Dave — Mon, 04 Mar 2024 16:01:52 +0000

You and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Ulysses,” ll. 49-53 (1842)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Ulysses,” ll. 56-62 (1842)

Dave — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 14:45:28 +0000

Come, my friends.
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Ulysses,” ll. 56-62 (1842)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- “Ulysses,” ll. 65-70 (1842)

Dave — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 14:36:46 +0000

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
“Ulysses,” ll. 65-70 (1842)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- (Spurious)

Dave — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:50:15 +0000

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
(Spurious)

Frequently attributed to Tennyson, but found as early as in D. E. Macdonnel, A Dictionary of Quotations, in Most Frequent Use, (1809) translated from French: "Le bonheur de l'homme en cette vi ne consiste pas á être sans passions: il consiste à en être le maître."

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Becket, Act 4, sc. 1, l. 44 (1884)

Dave — Fri, 14 Feb 2014 14:14:41 +0000

Love is the only gold.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Becket, Act 4, sc. 1, l. 44 (1884)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “Guinevere” (1859-1885)

Dave — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 15:48:50 +0000

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

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “Guinevere” (1859-1885)

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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “Lancelot and Elaine,” l.1082 (1859-85)

Dave — Sun, 01 Feb 2004 16:00:00 +0000

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “Lancelot and Elaine,” l.1082 (1859-85)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “Pelleas and Ettarre” (1859-1885)

Dave — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 15:36:12 +0000

A rose, but one, none other rose had I,
A rose, one rose, and this was wondrous fair,
One rose, a rose that gladdened earth and sky,
One rose, my rose, that sweetened all mine air —
I cared not for the thorns; the thorns were there.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “Pelleas and Ettarre” (1859-1885)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “The Coming of Arthur” (1859-1885)

Dave — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 12:19:45 +0000

There likewise I beheld Excalibur
Before him at his crowning borne, the sword
That rose from out the bosom of the lake,
And Arthur rowed across and took it — rich
With jewels, elfin Urim, on the hilt,
Bewildering heart and eye — the blade so bright
That men are blinded by it — on one side,
Graven in the oldest tongue of all this world,
“Take me,” but turn the blade and ye shall see,
And written in the speech ye speak yourself,
“Cast me away!” And sad was Arthur’s face
Taking it, but old Merlin counselled him,
“Take thou and strike! the time to cast away
Is yet far-off.” So this great brand the king
Took, and by this will beat his foemen down.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “The Coming of Arthur” (1859-1885)

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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “The Holy Grail” (1859-1885)

Dave — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 13:41:06 +0000

In our great hall there stood a vacant chair,
Fashioned by Merlin ere he past away,
And carven with strange figures; and in and out
The figures, like a serpent, ran a scroll
Of letters in a tongue no man could read.
And Merlin called it “The Siege perilous,”
Perilous for good and ill; “for there,” he said,
“No man could sit but he should lose himself …”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “The Holy Grail” (1859-1885)

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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “The Holy Grail” (1859-1885)

Dave — Fri, 22 Oct 2010 05:22:22 +0000

Thou hast not true humility,
The highest virtue, mother of them all.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “The Holy Grail” (1859-1885)

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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “The Passing of Arthur” (1859-1885)

Dave — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 13:11:50 +0000

The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfills Himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “The Passing of Arthur” (1859-1885)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Idylls of the King, “The Passing of Arthur” (1859-1885)

Dave — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 12:48:54 +0000

For friend and foe were shadows in the mist,
And friend slew friend not knowing whom he slew;
And some had visions out of golden youth,
And some beheld the faces of old ghosts
Look in upon the battle; and in the mist
Was many a noble deed, many a base,
And chance and craft and strength in single fights,
And ever and anon with host to host
Shocks, and the splintering spear, the hard mail hewn,
Shield-breakings, and the clash of brands, the crash
Of battleaxes on shattered helms, and shrieks
After the Christ, of those who falling down
Looked up for heaven, and only saw the mist;
And shouts of heathen and the traitor knights,
Oaths, insults, filth, and monstrous blasphemies,
Sweat, writhings, anguish, labouring of the lungs
In that close mist, and cryings for the light,
Moans of the dying, and voices of the dead.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Idylls of the King, “The Passing of Arthur” (1859-1885)

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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- In Memorium A. H. H., 56 (1850)

Dave — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 14:17:01 +0000

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
In Memorium A. H. H., 56 (1850)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- The Cup, Act 1, sc. 3 [Synorix] (1884)

Dave — Wed, 01 Nov 2017 16:11:14 +0000

I heard a saying in Egypt, that ambition
Is like the sea wave, which the more you drink
The more you thirst — yea — drink too much, as men
Have done on rafts of wreck — it drives you mad.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
The Cup, Act 1, sc. 3 [Synorix] (1884)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- The Foresters, Act 1, sc. 3 [Robin] (1892)

Dave — Thu, 31 Dec 2015 17:22:14 +0000

Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come
Whispering “it will be happier.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
The Foresters, Act 1, sc. 3 [Robin] (1892)
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Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- The Lady of Shalott, Part 4, st. 6 (1832)

Dave — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 14:19:23 +0000

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
The Lady of Shalott, Part 4, st. 6 (1832)

Tennyson, Alfred, Lord -- Ulysses, l. 1-5 (1842)

Dave — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:46:50 +0000

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet
Ulysses, l. 1-5 (1842)