There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what cha… - Alfred Tennyson

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There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.

The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

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Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign, after William Wordsworth, and is one of the most popular English poets.

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Native Name: Alfred Tennyson, 1. Baron Tennyson

Alternative Names: Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson • Lord Alfred Tennyson • Alcibiades • A. Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson, Baron Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson Tennyson • Tennyson • 1st Baron Tennyson of Aldworth and Freshwater Alfred Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson d'Eyncourt • Lord Tennyson Alfred • Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred, Lord Tennyson • Alfred (Lord)

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There rolls the deep where grew the tree
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars hath been.
The stillness of the central sea.

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Praise to our Indian brothers, and the dark face have his due!
Thanks to the kindly dark faces who fought with us, faithful and few,
Fought with the bravest among us, and drove them, and smote them, and slew.
That ever upon the topment roof our banner in India blew.

The bodies and the bones of those That strove in other days to pass, Are wither'd in the thorny close, Or scatter'd blanching on the grass. He gazes on the silent dead: "They perish'd in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes thro' his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds."

In our windy world What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.

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