Poets And Critics
This thing, that thing is the rage, Helter-skelter runs the age; Minds on this round earth of ours Vary like the leaves and flowers, Fashiond after certain laws; Sing thou low or loud or sweet, All at all points thou canst not meet, Some will pass and some will pause. What is true at last will tell: Few at first will place thee well; Some too low would have thee shine, Some too highno fault of thine Hold thine own, and work thy will! Year will graze the heel of year, But seldom comes the poet here, And the Critics rarer still.
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"This thing, that thing is the rage,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lord Tennyson delivers a powerful performance in "Poets And Critics"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...