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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
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Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
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By shaping some august decree, Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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She has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
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Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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