Lord Alfred Tennyson

Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.

Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.

Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword read more

Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.

And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.

And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.

We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
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We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
"They hunt old trails" said Cyril, "very well;
But when did woman ever yet invent?"