Lord Alfred Tennyson

Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.

Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.

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

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

She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, read more

She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, aweary,
Oh God, that I were dead.

Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.

Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.

To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean read more

To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean and plant himself afresh.