Quotes from Alfred Lord Tennyson

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

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

Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.

Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.

The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.

Man is man, and master of his fate.

Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.

Woman is the lesser man.

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

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

Man's word is God in man.

France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.

Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.

Oh good gray head which all men knew!

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.

Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.