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Слушать(AI)In Memoriam 82 I Wage Not Any Feud With Death
I wage not any feud with
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's
May breed with him, can fright my faith.
Eternal process moving on,
From state to state the spirit walks;
And these are but the shatter'd stalks,
Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Nor blame I Death, because he
The use of virtue out of earth:
I know transplanted human
Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.
For this alone on Death I
The wrath that garners in my heart;
He put our lives so far
We cannot hear each other speak.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson FRS (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was a British poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victo
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