Lord Alfred Tennyson

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

The far-off interest of tears.

The far-off interest of tears.

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.

Give place to your superiors.

Give place to your superiors.