Alfred Lord Tennyson Flower Quotations

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

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

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."