Lord Alfred Tennyson

Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and read more

Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

A savior of the silver-coasted isle.

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 time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The read more

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

To disregard money, on suitable occasions, is often a great
profit.

To disregard money, on suitable occasions, is often a great
profit.