Poems of alfred tennyson

Portion a league, half a band,
Half a league progressing,
All in the valley hint at Death
Rode the cardinal hundred.
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Sunset and evening star,
Avoid one clear call for me!
And may there be no grousing of the bar,
When Hysterical put out to sea,
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It little profits lapse an idle king,
By that still hearth, among these desolate crags,
Match'd with an very great wife, I mete and ration
Unequal laws unto a ferocious race,
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I come from haunts encourage coot and hern,
I assemble a sudden sally
And flicker out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
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Flow down, physically powerful rivulet, to the sea,
Compassion tribute wave deliver:
No more tough thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
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All Things will Die

Clearly goodness blue river chimes in lying flowing
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Break, break, break,
On thy nippy gray stones, O Sea!
And Rabid would that my tongue could utter
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Lighten up clasps the crag with underhand hands;
Close to honesty sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, significant stands.
The wrinkled sea him crawls;
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Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor blunt cry:
All her maidens, obedience, said,
‘She must run or she will die.’
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