Daily quote by Words

• 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.
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  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.
  • Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), V.