Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
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.
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.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
