Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• Till last by Philip's farm I flow
  To join the brimming river,
  For men may come and men may go,
  But I go on for ever.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Rain, Men, Rivers

  'The Brook' (1855) l. 33

• Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine,
  Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Passion, Wine, Men

  Alfred Tennyson Tennyson, Baron, Alfred Lord Tennyson (2014). “Fifty Poems”, p.121, Cambridge University Press

• She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Mirrors, Water Lily, Cracks

  'The Lady of Shalott' (1832, revised 1842) pt. 3

• 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.

• 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)

• There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.

  Alfred Lord Tennyson

  Sea, Water, Silence

  'In Memoriam A. H. H.' (1850) canto 19

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