Webi leave this mortal ark behind, a weight of nerves without a mind, and leave the cliffs, and haste away.

Webthe prologue of in memoriam by alfred, lord tennyson is a profound meditation on faith, mortality, and the human quest for understanding.

I know no more. and he, shall he, man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, such splendid purpose.

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Webthine are these orbs of light and shade;

And so the word had breath, and.

The spirit does but mean the breath:

Thou wilt not leave us in.

Thou madest life in man and brute;

Webi bring to life, i bring to death:

Webfor wisdom dealt with mortal powers, where truth in closest words shall fail, when truth embodied in a tale shall enter in at lowly doors.

In which the soul of the poet seems to mount, like a dove rising into the heavens with a message of woe tied under her wings;

Is on the skull which thou hast made.

And lo, thy foot.

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