Lord Alfred Tennyson

A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing read more

A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing under earth.

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more

And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.

I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]

I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.