Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.
Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
I am a part of all that I have seen.
I am a part of all that I have seen.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
