Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

In Memoriam 16: I Envy Not In Any Moods - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:

I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.


Comments about In Memoriam 16: I Envy Not In Any Moods by Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Gold Star - 7,485 Points Frank Avon (8/30/2014 11:34:00 PM)

    After all these years, I cannot resist quoting this one - even though so many people quote the last two lines, not knowing where they came from, applying them in ways not pertinent to the original meaning. 'Tis better.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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