Lord Alfred Tennyson

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

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.

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's
pain--
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a read more

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's
pain--
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain.

Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.

Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.