Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Darker than darkest pansies.
Darker than darkest pansies.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
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And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
