Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.
How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!
How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, read more
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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.
