Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper read more
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne.
Mariana in the moated grange.
Mariana in the moated grange.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
