All Life needs for life is possible to will. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ah, why Should life all labour be? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faith lives in honest doubt. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

No life that breathes with human breath has ever truly longed for death. — Alfred Tennyson

A life of nothing’s nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I will drink life to the lees. — Alfred Tennyson

Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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! — Alfred Tennyson

So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The white flower of a blameless life. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Nature, red in tooth and claw. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder’d string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov’d so slight a thing. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

God and Nature met in light. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, moulding men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The year is dying in the night. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell. — Alfred Tennyson

Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

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 Lord Tennyson

I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gone–flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro’ the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire–flies, Tangled in a silver braid. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

For always roaming with a hungry heart. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter’s heart. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

By blood a king, in heart a clown. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The song that nerves a nation’s heart is in itself a deed. — Alfred Lord 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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

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

But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

All is well, tho’ faith and form Be sunder’d in the night of fear. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

What’s up is faith, what’s down is heresy. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faith is believing what we cannot prove. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faith and unfaith can ne’er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Trust me not at all, or all in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tis not too late to seek a newer world. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Here at the quiet limit of the world. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Come friends, it’s not too late to seek a newer world. — Alfred Tennyson

And o’er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro’ all the world she follow’d him. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

And on her lover’s arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. — Alfred Lord 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 Lord Tennyson

Too much wit makes the world rotten. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

All experience is an arch wherethro’ gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ring out the false, ring in the true. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

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. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

I built my soul a lordly pleasure–house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’ And the Lord––’Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 Lord Tennyson

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho’ he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

The wild swan’s death–hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. — Alfred Lord Tennyson