Lord Alfred Tennyson

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.

Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.

Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Others' follies teach us not,
Nor much their wisdom teaches;
And most of sterling worth is what
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Others' follies teach us not,
Nor much their wisdom teaches;
And most of sterling worth is what
Our own experience preaches.