Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
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Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
