All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
