Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
Ring out, will bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
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Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
