Alfred Tennyson. (№ 57376)
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods
The death will hide all; but until the end of time,
We noble deed to do,
People with gods fighting worthy.
№ 57376 Added
MegaMozg 03-01-2017 / 12:54
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