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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
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The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
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Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword Evolution here.
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Her court was pure, her life serene God gave her peace her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed.
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The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
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Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.
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Faith lives in honest doubt.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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