Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean read more
To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean and plant himself afresh.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
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Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
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An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
