Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Mothers

Quotes about: Mothers

• Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Mom, Mother, Blessed

• 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

  Happiness, Mother, Fall

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.699, Delphi Classics

• O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Mother, Humility, Son

  Alfred Lord Tennyson (1851). “The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson”

• You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,- Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Mother, New Year, Queens

  'The May Queen' (1832)

• What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own; Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Mother, Atheism, Doe

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.1373, Delphi Classics

• Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Mother, Sweet, Father

  'The Princess' (1847) pt. 3, song (added 1850)

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