Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 98 )
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing read more
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing under earth.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
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.
My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
A read more
My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
A noise of falling weights that never fell,
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand,
Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door,
And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
And one betwixt the dark and light had seen
Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
