Lord Alfred Tennyson

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

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

I hold it true,what'er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have read more

I hold it true,what'er befall;I feel it, when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all. - In Memoriam.

It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory read more

It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory means, than by fear.

'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
Of darken'd forms and faces.

Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.

Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.