Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
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.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are read more
When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in confederacy against him.
Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.
Authority forgets a dying king,
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye
That bow'd the will.
