The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes

“=Lost Hope= You cast to ground the hope which once was mine, But did the while your harsh decree deplore, Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine, My heart, where Hope had been and was no more. So on an oaken sprout A goodly acorn grew; But winds from heaven shook the acorn out, And filled the cup with dew.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

“=The Burial of Love= His eyes in eclipse, Pale cold his lips, The light of his hopes unfed, Mute his tongue, His bow unstrung With the tears he hath shed, Backward drooping his graceful head. Love is dead; His last arrow sped; He hath not another dart; Go--carry him to his dark deathbed; Bury him in the cold, cold heart-- Love is dead.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

“To those unacquainted with Tennyson's conscientious methods, it may seem strange that a volume of 160 pages is necessary to contain those poems written and published by him during his active literary career, and ultimately rejected as unsatisfactory.”
― Alfred Tennyson, The Suppressed Poems of Alfred, Lord Tennyson