“Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,and slips into the bosom of the lake:So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.”
Alfred Tennyson“Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and for ever.”
Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson“For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.”
Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”
Alfred Tennyson, The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson“There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate.The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"And the lily whispers, "I wait."She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead,Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red.”
Alfred Tennyson“Virtue - to be good and just -Every heart, when sifted well,Is a clot of warmer dust,Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.- The Vision of Sin”
Alfred Tennyson“And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress and that by turns you tried,Too fearful that you should not please.I loved you better for your fears,I knew you could not look but well;And dews, that would have fall'n in tears,I kiss'd away before they fell.”
Alfred Tennyson