Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
All
Life needs for life is possible to will.
All
Life needs for life is possible to will.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.