Lord Alfred Tennyson

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
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My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls.
A noise of falling weights that never fell,
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand,
Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door,
And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
And one betwixt the dark and light had seen
Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.

I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]

I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]

O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.

O well for him whose will is strong,
He suffers, but he will not suffer long.

Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.

Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.