Tag: Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Writing as a Search for Wisdom
THE POET by ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower’d with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro’ life and death, thro’ good and ill, He saw thro’ his own soul. The marvel of the everlasting will, An […]