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Love is the only gold.
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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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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