Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.

— Alfred Tennyson

Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

— Alfred Tennyson

Music that gentler on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

— Alfred Tennyson

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.

— Alfred Tennyson

No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word She shook the world.

— Alfred Tennyson

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, and slips into the bosom of the lake:So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.

— Alfred Tennyson

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

— Alfred Tennyson

Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.

— Alfred Tennyson

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever.

— Alfred Tennyson

Praise to our Indian brothers, and the dark face have his due! Thanks to the kindly dark faces who fought with us, faithful and few, Fought with the bravest among us, and drove them, and smote them, and slew. That ever upon the torment roof our banner in India blew.

— Alfred Tennyson