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;

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

Is on the skull which thou hast made.

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

Thou wilt not leave us in.

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.

Webthine are these orbs of light and shade;

Thou madest life in man and brute;

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

And lo, thy foot.

Thou madest life in man and brute;

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

And lo, thy foot.

And so the word had breath, and.

Webi bring to life, i bring to death:

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