Lord Alfred Tennyson

If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams read more

If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of. - The Passing of Arthur.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.

To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the read more

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

I give not gold for mere expectations.

I give not gold for mere expectations.