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This is the curse of time. Alas! In grief I am not all unlearned; Once thro’ mine own doors death did pass— One went who never hath returned. ***** Let grief be her own mistress still, She loveth her own anguish deep, More than much pleasure. Let her will Be done—to weep or not to weep. Words weaker than your grief, would make Grief more. ’Twere better I should cease; Altho’ myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace.
This is the curse of time. Alas! In grief I am not all unlearned; Once thro’ mine own doors death did pass— One went who never hath returned. ***** Let grief be her own mistress still, She loveth her own anguish deep, More than much pleasure. Let her will Be done—to weep or not to weep. Words weaker than your grief, would make Grief more. ’Twere better I should cease; Altho’ myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace.
Approximate author period: c. 1850 AD · industrial
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- Alfred Tennyson
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- Approximate author period: c. 1850 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 270 · printed citation: Tennyson · subject: GRIEF
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