Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• 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

  Sleep, Eye, Night

• Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Heart, Mean, Eye

  'The Princess' (1847) pt. 4, l. 21, song (added 1850)

• Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Dream, Laughter, Eye

  Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)”

• Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Prayer, Home, Eye

  'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 32

• 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

  Graduation, Future, Eye

  "Locksley Hall" l. 119 (1842)

• Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Music, Lying, Tired

  'The Lotos-Eaters' (1832) Choric Song, st. 1

• Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; ... 'So careful of the type', but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go' ... Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law- Tho' Nature red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Dream, Nature, Prayer

  Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Obiit MDCCCXXXIIi (Entire)”

• 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 Lord Tennyson

  Dream, Time, Eye

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “In Memoriam”, p.50, Broadview Press

• Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Love, Heart, Eye

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.453, Delphi Classics

• There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Sweet, Wall, Lying

  Alfred Lord Tennyson, Walt Whitman (2010). “English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)”, p.1028, Cosimo, Inc.

• And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Strong, Eye, Hands

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.122, Broadview Press

• Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Eye, Artist, Hair

  'The Gardener's Daughter' (1842) l. 28

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