Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
And there they placed a peacock in his pride,
Before the damsel.
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.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
