How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon! Frederick Tennyson More Quotes by Frederick Tennyson More Quotes From Frederick Tennyson 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. Frederick Tennyson echoes answers forever Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones. Frederick Tennyson perfect joy wind Tis not for golden eloquence I pray, Frederick Tennyson dream sweet moving
