Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am read more
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
And the man said, "Am I your debtor?"
And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can,
And then I will let you a better."
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
I give not gold for mere expectations.
I give not gold for mere expectations.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.