Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 10 of 46 )
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
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.
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
