Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, read more
She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, aweary,
Oh God, that I were dead.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.