I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most... - Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."
"So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry."
"So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry."
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."
"Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all."