Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 98 )
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are read more
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in confederacy against him.
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at read more
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.
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."
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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 sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.
The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.
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.
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword read more
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
