Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Give place to your superiors.
Give place to your superiors.
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
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Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
The wonder of the eagle were the less,
But he not less the eagle.
And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the read more
And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she followed him.
Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.
Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.