Lord Alfred Tennyson

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.

I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.

Deception follows on the heels of deception.

Deception follows on the heels of deception.

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.