Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: I know you are no coward; You fly them for a moment to fight with them again. But I've ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore. I should count myself the coward if I left them, my Lord Howard, To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain.
Alfred Tennyson
Who can fancy warless men? Warless? War will die out late then. Will it ever? Late or soon? Can it, till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon?
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Remember that sore saying spoken once By Him that was the Truth, 'How hard it is For the rich man to enter into heaven!' Let all rich men remember that hard word.
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But we grow old. Ah! When shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
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My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
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All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
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And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
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