Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lincoln / England
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lincoln / England

In Memoriam 16: I Envy Not In Any Moods

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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.
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Houda Boukassoula 10 January 2018
Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. A wonderful feeling of satisfaction that helps find inner peace
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Frank Avon 30 August 2014
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....
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