Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with read more
The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with her feet unseen
Crushed the wild passion out against the floor.
Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's
pain--
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a read more
Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's
pain--
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain.
A savior of the silver-coasted isle.
A savior of the silver-coasted isle.
