In Memoriam

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Macmillan and Company, limited, 1905 - 265 psl.
In Memoriam is a poem by the English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson, completed in 1849. It is a requiem for the poet's Cambridge friend Arthur Henry Hallam, who died suddenly of a cerebral haemorrhage in Vienna in 1833.
 

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