Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• 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

  Soul, Might, Christ

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.897, Delphi Classics

• Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Nature, Soul, Half

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

• Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,
  And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath
  In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales.
  They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.
  And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope;
  At last she sought out Memory, and they trod
  The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,
  And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Life, Memories, Kissing

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.373, Delphi Classics

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

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Love, Kissing, Fire

  'Fatima' (1832) st. 3

• 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

  Life, Grief, Soul

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

• What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Spiritual, Jesus, Flower

• 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

• 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

• Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Success, Echoes, Soul

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

• 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.

• I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  House, Soul, Ease

  'The Palace of Art' (1832) st. 1

• 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

  Single, Independent, Air

• O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Love, Blow, Sky

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

• I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Self, Soul, Mistress

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.2251, Delphi Classics

• 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.

• The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Life, Dream, Prayer

  Idylls of the King "The Passing of Arthur" l. 408 (1869) See Bailey 1; George H. W. Bush 7; George H. W. Bush 10; George H. W. Bush 12; Martin Luther King 1

• 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

  Dream, Prayer, Night

  'Idylls of the King' (1842-85) 'The Passing of Arthur' (1869) l. 414

• 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

  Soul, Mind, May

  In Memoriam prologue, st. 7 (1850)

• The thrall in person may be free in soul

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Soul, May, Persons

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.954, Delphi Classics

• 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

  Swans, Hymns, Joy

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.229, Delphi Classics

• 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

  Men, House, Soul

  Alfred Lord Tennyson, “By An Evolutionist”

• 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

  Smell, Soul, Green

  Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.83, Cambridge University Press

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