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“So was their meaning to her words. No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

The Poet (1830)
Context: There was no blood upon her maiden robes
Sunn'd by those orient skies;
But round about the circles of the globes
Of her keen
And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame
WISDOM, a name to shake
All evil dreams of power — a sacred name.
And when she spake,
Her words did gather thunder as they ran,
And as the lightning to the thunder
Which follows it, riving the spirit of man,
Making earth wonder,
So was their meaning to her words. No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world.

“But oh for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"Break, Break, Break" (1842)

“Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath
Preluded those melodious bursts that fill
The spacious times of great Elizabeth
With sounds that echo still.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

" A Dream of Fair Women http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/dfw.htm", st. 2 (1832)

“Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Becket, Prologue, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“At length I saw a lady within call,
Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And most divinely fair.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"A Dream of Fair Women", st. 22

“Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
But thou, go by.

Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,
And I desire to rest.
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie:
Go by, go by.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"Come not, when I am dead" (1850)

“Have I not found a happy earth?
I least should breathe a thought of pain.
Would God renew me from my birth
I'd almost live my life again.
So sweet it seems with thee to walk,
And once again to woo thee mine —
It seems in after-dinner talk
Across the walnuts and the wine”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"The Miller's Daughter" (1832)

“Mastering the lawless science of our law,—
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Aylmer's Field (1864); reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 7
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

To J. S., stanza 18, from Poems (1832)

“So dear a life your arms enfold,
Whose crying is a cry for gold.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The Daisy, Stanza 24; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"Break, Break, Break" (1842), st. 1

“A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 2
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere,
From yon blue heavens above us bent
The gardener Adam and his wife
Smile at the claims of long descent.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Lady Clara Vere de Vere

Stanza 7
Lady Clara Vere de Vere (1832)

“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.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lotos-Eaters

Choric Song, st. 1
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)

“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

To J. S., stanza 19, from Poems (1832)

“Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar

St. 3
Crossing the Bar (1889)

“Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Tears, Idle Tears

St. 4
Tears, Idle Tears (1850)

“Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The Flower; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

“Here and there a cotter's babe is royal—born by right divine;
Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen or his swine.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Stanza 63
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886)