Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the read more
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
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.
There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.
There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.
