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Canto V




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.


-Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A. H. H., Canto V

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