Alfred Lord Tennyson

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all read more

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be

It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till read more

It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.