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Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued)

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Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.

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Oh good gray head which all men knew!

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.

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That tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4.

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For this is England’s greatest son,
He that gained a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 6.

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Not once or twice in our rough-island story
The path of duty was the way to glory.

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 8.

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All in the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.

The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1.

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Some one had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.

The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 2.

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    Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them.
.    .    .    .    .
Into the jaws of death, 1
Into the mouth of hell
  Rode the six hundred.

The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 3.

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That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.

The Grandmother. Stanza 8.

Note 1.
Jaws of death.—Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, act iii. sc. 4. Du Bartas: Weekes and Workes, day i. part 4. [back]

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