Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the read more
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing read more
A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing under earth.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
