Quotes from Alfred Lord Tennyson

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.

I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.

A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control - these three alone lead to power

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Authority forgets a dying king.

He makes no friends who never made a foe.

No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.

God's finger touched him and he slept.