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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Home they brought her warrior dead: <br> She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: <br>All her maidens, watching, said, <br> ‘She must weep or she will die.’ </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then they praised him, soft and low, <br> Called him worthy to be loved, <br>Truest friend and noblest foe; <br> Yet she neither spoke nor moved. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stole a maiden from her place, <br> Lightly to the warrior stepped, <br>Took the face-cloth from the face; <br> Yet she neither moved nor wept. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rose a nurse of ninety years, <br> Set his child upon her knee— <br>Like summer tempest came her tears— <br> ‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a></strong></div>

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