Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
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.
