Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
