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.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled read more
Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.
