Lord Alfred Tennyson

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more

I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.

How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!

How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.

Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.

To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An read more

To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An the last load hoam.