Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
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.
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.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
