Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
