Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.
I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats read more
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword read more
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
Summer isles of Eden, lying in dark purple spheres of sea.
