Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
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Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute,
. . . .
Then waft me from the harbour's mouth,
Wild wind, I seek a warmer sky.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
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.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
