Quotes
Quotes - Tennyson
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be.
Thy leaf has perished in the green,
And while we breathe beneath the sun,
The world which credits what is done
Is cold to all that might have been.
O last regret, regret can die!
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
He seems so near, and yet so far.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow!
Ring in the nobler modes of life
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in!
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace!
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be!
And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan,
And soiled with all ignoble use.
Some novel power
Sprang up forever at a touch,
And hope could never hope too much
In watching thee from hour to hour.
Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation swayed,
In vassal tides that followed thought.
Wearing all that weight
Of learning lightly like a flower.
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event
To which the whole creation moves.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
That jewelled mass of millinery,
That oiled and curled Assyrian Bull.
One still strong man in a blatant land.
Gorgonized me from head to foot,
With a stony British stare.
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown;
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell
us
What and where they be.
