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Alfred Tennyson
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(4)
Beautiful City
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
Come not, when I am dead
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava
PROLOGUE TO GENERAL HAMLEY
Ulysses (Tennyson)
It little profits that an idle king,