Lord Alfred Tennyson

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thoughts;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves
In roarings round the coral reef.

To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
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To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An the last load hoam.

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.

And feet like sunny gems on an English green.

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?"