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Lyric Poem · Grief

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · 1847

Home they brought her warrior dead:

She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:

All her maidens, watching, said,

‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,

Called him worthy to be loved,

Truest friend and noblest foe;

Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,

Lightly to the warrior stepped,

Took the face-cloth from the face;

Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,

Set his child upon her knee—

Like summer tempest came her tears—

‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

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Poem
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
Poet
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Published
1847
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Grief, War & Remembrance, Sad

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Shape
16 lines · 4 quatrains
Line length
Mostly 7-syllable lines.

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Author record
Alfred, Lord Tennyson1809–1892
Source record
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