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Alfred Tennyson (Lord)

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When every morning brought a noble chance,
And every chance brought out a noble knight.
--
"Morte d'Arthur", st. 23 (1842); and the expanded "The Passing of Arthur", st. 36, Idylls of the King (1856–1885).

 
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