Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.
I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
