Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Flattery brings friends, but the truth begets enmity.
Flattery brings friends, but the truth begets enmity.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
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The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
