Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the read more
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An read more
To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An the last load hoam.
