Lord Alfred Tennyson

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.

I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more

I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

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.

I am a part of all that I have seen.

I am a part of all that I have seen.