Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
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.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled read more
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.
In time there is no present,
In eternity no future,
In eternity no past.
In time there is no present,
In eternity no future,
In eternity no past.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
