Lord Alfred Tennyson

I give not gold for mere expectations.

I give not gold for mere expectations.

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
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Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.

I hold it true,what'er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have read more

I hold it true,what'er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all. - In Memoriam.

Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.

Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.