Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
Quotes
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
Though thou wert scattered to the wind,
Yet is there plenty of the kind.
Yet is there plenty of the kind.
A still small voice spake unto me,
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?
This truth within thy mind rehearse,
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse.
That in a boundless universe
Is boundless better, boundless worse.
I know that age to age succeeds,
Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,
A dust of systems and of creeds.
Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,
A dust of systems and of creeds.
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