Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at read more
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.
Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.
Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.
