Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]
I hold a wolf by the ears. [I am in a dilemma I have caught a
Tartar.]
