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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Tennyson: To inflame the tribes: but there--out yonder--earth
Lightens from her own central Hell--O there
The red fruit of an old idolatry--
The heads of chiefs and princes fall so fast,
They cling together in the ghastly sack--
The land all shambles--naked marriages
Flash from the bridge, and ever-murder'd France,
By shores that darken with the gathering wolf,
Runs in a river of blood to the sick sea.
Is this a time to madden madness then?
Was this a time for these to flaunt their pride?
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