Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at read more
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
