Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
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Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute,
. . . .
Then waft me from the harbour's mouth,
Wild wind, I seek a warmer sky.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
As many men, so many opinions.
As many men, so many opinions.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
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.
