Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
