A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

— Alfred Tennyson

All precious things discovered late To those that seek them issue forth, For Love in sequel works with Fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth

— Alfred Tennyson

And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shallot.

— Alfred Tennyson

And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well;And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.

— Alfred Tennyson

And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

— Alfred Tennyson

Authority forgets a dying king

— Alfred Tennyson

Behold, we know not anything;I can but trust that good shall fall At last -- far off -- at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

— Alfred Tennyson

Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell.

— Alfred Tennyson

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go onto their haven under the hill;But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

— Alfred Tennyson

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and Mary’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’to dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Without

— Alfred Tennyson