Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
When I was a shepherd on the plains of Assyria.
When I was a shepherd on the plains of Assyria.
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.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
