Lord Alfred Tennyson

O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats read more

O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.

Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.

Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.

Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.

Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

Others' follies teach us not,
Nor much their wisdom teaches;
And most of sterling worth is what
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Others' follies teach us not,
Nor much their wisdom teaches;
And most of sterling worth is what
Our own experience preaches.