Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lincoln / England
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lincoln / England

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

Rating: 3.1
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’
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COMMENTS
D.spandana 01 November 2020
His is the brave
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Suryendu Chaudhury 27 September 2020
The meaning of life lies in considering the past but also moving on with the present into the possiblities of future.
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KAREENA 07 September 2020
IT IS REALLY VERY GOOD POEM IF YOU ARE INTERESTED OR IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS POEM YOU FELL IT LIKE THAT IT'S HAPPENING IN YOUR REAL LIFE AND IT IS REALLY SUCH A NICE POEM
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a wonderful poem! I like so much!
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Sophiya 25 April 2019
I could actually feel the poem hats off to sir Albert
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Karan Surve 05 August 2018
Nice Poem
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Pijush Saha 05 August 2018
I love this poem
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Pslika 22 July 2018
Nice poem to listen again in 8th
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Lotus 15 July 2018
Bad poem
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