Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
Alfred Lord TennysonHow many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
Alfred Lord TennysonThe wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
Alfred Lord Tennyson