Quotes About Death Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#2. I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.

Alfred Tennyson

#3. Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#4. Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Alfred Tennyson

#5. Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#6. Be near me when my light is low ... And all the wheels of being slow.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#7. Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#8. Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#9. Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.

Alfred Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#11. Hardy classified A Pair of Blue Eyes among 'Romances and Fantasies'. A favourite of Tennyson, its melancholy treatment of youth, love and death is expressive of late nineteenth-century susceptibilities. Not unnaturally in an early novel, Hardy draws freely on his own life.

Geoffrey Harvey

#12. Seal'd her minefrom her first sweet breath
Mine, and mine by right, from birth till death
Mine, mine-our fathers have sworn.

Alfred Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#14. Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell.

Alfred Tennyson

#15. The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#16. I will love thee to the death,
And out beyond into the dream to come.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#17. When in the down I sink my head,
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath;
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death,
Nor can I dream of thee as dead:

Alfred Tennyson

#18. Forerun thy peers, thy time, and let
Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set
In midst of knowledge, dream'd not yet.

Alfred Tennyson

#19. Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Let darkness keep her raven gloss: Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss, To dance with death, to beat the ground. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.

Cassandra Clare

#20. Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#21. For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#23. Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#24. 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!

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#25. Every man at time of Death,
Would fain set forth some saying that may live
After his death and better humankind;
For death gives life's last word a power to live,
And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain
After the vanished voice, and speak to men.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#26. I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.

Alfred Tennyson

#27. Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#28. I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#29. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#30. And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shallot.

Alfred Tennyson

#31. I fain would follow love, if that could be;
I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Alfred Tennyson