Alfred Lord Tennyson Love Quotations

O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.

O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

Shall love be blamed for want of faith?

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

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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!

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.

For love reflects the thing beloved.

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

You, methinks you think you love me well; For me, I love you somewhat; rest: and Love Should have some rest and pleasure in himself, Not ever be too curious for a boon, Too prurient for a proof against the grain Of him ye say ye love: but Fame with men, Being but ampler means to serve mankind, Should have small rest or pleasure in herself, But work as vassal to the larger love, That dwarfs the petty love of one to one.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Love is the only gold.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

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

Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.