...gone. He works his work, I mine.' • •*•*•• ' Though much is taken much abides ; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved...of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.' In these three great poems Tennyson...

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...something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long...COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn : Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. i 'Tis the place, and round...

...something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long...COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn : Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. Tis the place, and all around...

...something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long...of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." The mild dignity and placid resolve,...

...something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long...COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. "Pis the place, and all around...

...knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We aro not now that strength which in old d ivs Move 1 earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are; One...of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. The poetry of BRYAN WALLER PROCTOR, (Barry...

...something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long...COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn : Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. 'Tis the place, and round the...

...Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : ihe deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,...of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." The poetry of BRYAN WALLER PROCTOR,...

...Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides ; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved...COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 'tis early morn : Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. T is the place, and all around...