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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

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.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer, Weed, Heart
In Memoriam canto 27 (1850) See Congreve 7

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Weed, Flower, Earth

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Weed, Clothes, Cold
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2014). “Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Selected Poetry: A Broadview Anthology of British Literature Edition”, p.98, Broadview Press

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Weed, Pain, Lying
1850 In Memoriam A.H.H., canto 5, l.1-8.

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