Lord Alfred Tennyson

And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the read more

And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she followed him.

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.

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

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

Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword read more

Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.

One of Satan's shepherdesses caught
And meant to stamp him with her master's mark.

One of Satan's shepherdesses caught
And meant to stamp him with her master's mark.