Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
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To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean and plant himself afresh.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
The far-off interest of tears.
The far-off interest of tears.
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.
