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Frederick Tennyson Quotes

Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.

What would it profit thee to be the first Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever, A thing that answers, but hath not a thought As lasting but as senseless as a stone.