Lord Alfred Tennyson

The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at read more

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.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with read more

The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with her feet unseen
Crushed the wild passion out against the floor.

I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]

I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]

Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
For thou hast stolen my will, and made it read more

Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all,
For thou hast stolen my will, and made it thine.