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In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel
By Lord Alfred TennysonSource: Lord Alfred Tennyson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)88 words
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,
O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
O sweet and bitter in a breath,
What whispers from thy lying lip?
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