Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, read more
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
As many men, so many opinions.
As many men, so many opinions.
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.]
