Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 98 )
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.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons when to take
Occasion by the hand, read more
And statesmen at her council met
Who knew the seasons when to take
Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness read more
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.
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.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
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An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.
