Alfred Lord Tennyson

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his read more

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all read more

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be