written by Alfred Lord TennysonTurn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown;
With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands;
Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands;
For man is man and master of his fate.
Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd;
Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Fri 05.28.2010 at 18:19
Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.
It sees itself from thatch to base
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Mon 04.05.2010 at 11:09
O, were I loved as I desire to be!
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
Or range of evil between death and birth,
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Thu 04.01.2010 at 01:55
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Tue 03.16.2010 at 09:04
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Mon 02.15.2010 at 15:22
What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Tue 02.09.2010 at 21:22
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;
His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child--