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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin

Written by: Alfred Lord Tennyson | Biography
 | Quotes (78) |
 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 in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

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