Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Darker than darkest pansies.
Darker than darkest pansies.
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
