"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them."
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'Condemn' is sometimes quoted as 'Contemn'. Both make sense in the context, but it was 'condemn' which was included in the first printing of the poem on page 9 of The Times of 21 September 1914. Binyon did not change it to 'contemn' when shown the proof of a later printing.
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Laurence Binyon
Robert Laurence Binyon, CH (August 10, 1869 – March 10, 1943) was an English poet. He was a Quaker and a pacifist who worked during the First World War as a medical orderly with the Red Cross on the Western Front. He is mainly known for his poem "For the Fallen," which is quoted on many war memorials.
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