Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!
How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.
The sabbaths of Eternity.
One sabbath deep and wide.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
Of darken'd forms and faces.
