Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
O son, thou hast not true humility,
The highest virtue, mother of them all;
But her thou hast not know; for what is this?
Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins
Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
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The highest virtue, mother of them all;
But her thou hast not know; for what is this?
Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins
Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
.
Sir Galahad, Complete Poetical Works of Tennyson
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