"Alfred, Lord Tennyson"
(1809-1892) born on Aug 06
English poet.
"He was the Poet Laureate, 1850-92 who wrote "Charge of the Light Brigade," 1854 and "Idylls of the King," 1885."
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
"Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death."
Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.
"Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past."
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?