Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Desire

Quotes about: Desire

• Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Time, Children, Lying

  'Come not, when I am dead' (1850)

• Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Father, Boys, Men

  Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Obiit MDCCCXXXIIi (Entire)”

• Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Dark, Men, Race

  'Tithonus' (1860, revised 1864) l. 46

• And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Stars, Poetry, Desire

  "Ulysses" l. 30 (1842)

• The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Heart, Fire, Light

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.295, Delphi Classics

• To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Passion, Men, Years

  'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'Guinevere' (1859) l. 472

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