...bearded face, in him an unaccustomed weakness. He resumed. I never could agree with the poet who says— I hold it true whate'er befall,— I feel it when...sorrow most,— 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. long years of regret and bitter memories, and though Melancholy has...

...of sheet and shroud, We steer'd her toward a crimson cloud That landlike slept along the deep. cm. THE time draws near the birth of Christ ; The moon is hid, the night is still ; A single church below the hill Is pealing, folded in the mist. A single peal of bells below, That...

...bearded face, in him an unaccustomed weakness. He resumed. I never could agree with the poet who says — I hold it true whate'er befall, — . I feel it when...sorrow most, — 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. My love brought me a few short days of happiness, and forty-three...

...death," (2 Cor. vii. 10.) — See Canto 48. Canto 27. The following is very fine : — " I hold it trne, whate'er befall ; I feel it, when I sorrow most ; 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all," Canto 31. — He says if Lazarus had told " where " he was those...

...cold snow, but the firm earth beneath. It is not all a dream then, after all ! IV. ' I hold it truth whate'er befall ; I feel it when I sorrow most : 'Tis better to have loved, and lost, Than never to have loved at all.' ALFRED TENNYSON. A BRIGHT fire is crackling and blazing cheerily...

...common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. Isongfettow. I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it when I sorrow most; "Tig better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. Tennyson. Gather ye rosebuds while...

...you say — " It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ? " Xay, rather echo — " I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it, when I sorrow most : "Pis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all." For, besides His nearness who...

...license in the field of time, unfettered by the sense of crime, to whom a conscience never wakes ; nor," what may count itself as blest, the heart that...rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, wheq I sorrow most ; 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. A. TENNYSON...

...more advanced, behold with strange surprise New distant scenes of endless science rise. — Pope. , 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. — Tennyson. Sleep soft, beloved, we sometimes say, But have no time...

...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 field of sloth ; Nor any want-begotten rest. XXIX. ABOMINANDUM non dubito malum, Seu servus ira fervere...