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I am a part of all that I have met.
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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Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
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Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
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The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.
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