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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
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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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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