Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams read more
If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayerThan this world dreams of. - The Passing of Arthur.
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]
I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
