I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! Let me die.
Alfred Tennyson
I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death,I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy footIs on the skull which thou hast made.
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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Death's truer name Is Onward, no discordance in the roll And march of that Eternal Harmony Whereto the world beats time.
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Half a league half a league Half a league onward All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred: 'Forward the Light Brigade Charge for the guns' he said Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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Forward, the Light Brigade! Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred.
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Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
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Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
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