Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate (ed. 1867)
Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate (ed. 1867)