Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 46 )
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
While I plan, and plan, my hair
Is gray before I know it.
While I plan, and plan, my hair
Is gray before I know it.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.
With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
