Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The far-off interest of tears.
The far-off interest of tears.
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at read more
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
