Poetry: In Memoriam A. H. H.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27 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 … Continue reading →