Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 98 )
If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams read more
If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of. - The Passing of Arthur.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
I am a part of all that I have seen.
I am a part of all that I have seen.
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, read more
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, whate'er he be,
And sing the songs he loved to hear.
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am read more
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am I your debtor?"
And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can,
And then I will let you a better."
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, read more
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Darker than darkest pansies.
Darker than darkest pansies.
