Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, read more
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with read more
The Queen, who sat
With lips severely placid felt the knot
Climb in her throat, and with her feet unseen
Crushed the wild passion out against the floor.
An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For read more
An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
