Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
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.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
I give not gold for mere expectations.
I give not gold for mere expectations.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
