Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am read more
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am I your debtor?"
And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can,
And then I will let you a better."
Darker than darkest pansies.
Darker than darkest pansies.
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
