Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]

I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]

It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory read more

It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory means, than by fear.

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.