Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
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.
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are read more
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in confederacy against him.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
