Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
