Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Love, Funny, Life

  In Memoriam canto 27 (1850) See Congreve 7

• Though much is taken, much abides; and though 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

  Strong, Taken, Heart

  "Ulysses" l. 65 (1842)

• My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Inspirational, Strength, Heart

  "Sir Galahad" l. 3 (1842)

• 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)

• 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)

• I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. 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

  Summer, Weed, Heart

  In Memoriam canto 27 (1850) See Congreve 7

• Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths;
  Love laps his wings on either side the heart
  Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts,
  So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Sweet, Heart, Deep Love

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

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Death, Heart, Blow

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.222, Delphi Classics

• 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

  Pain, Lying, Heart

  'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 5

• The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Music, Song, Heart

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1404, Delphi Classics

• 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

  I Miss You, Missing You, Goodbye

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.611, Delphi Classics

• Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Faith, Heart, Simple

  "Lady Clara Vere de Vere" l. 55 (1842)

• Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Sweet, Peace, Stars

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.352, Delphi Classics

• 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 earthly 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 Lord Tennyson

  Life, Sweet, Heart

  'Maud' (1855) pt. 1, sect. 22, st. 10

• 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

  Morning, Heart, Loss

  Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.185, Cambridge University Press

• Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day:
  Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away,
  To sleep! to sleep!
  Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past:
  Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Grief, Heart, Sleep

  "The Foresters, Robin Hood and Maid Marion". Play by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1892.

• With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Daughter, Heart, Littles

  Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.118, Cambridge University 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

• 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

  Truth, Honesty, Lying

• I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Weed, Pain, Lying

  1850 In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 5, l.1-8.

• For always roaming with a hungry heart.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Heart, Roaming, Hungry

  'Ulysses' (1842) l. 6

• 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

  Heart, Kissing, Romantic Love

  'Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere' (1842)

• By blood a king, in heart a clown.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Kings, Heart, Blood

• I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Hate, Heart, Men

• Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Morning, Rain, Heart

  'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 7

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