Oh Beauty, Passing Beauty by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet! How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes, Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold My arms about thee ­ scarcely dare to speak. And nothing seems … Continue reading Oh Beauty, Passing Beauty by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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