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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
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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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
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The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
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O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
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I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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The last great Englishman is low.
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.
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Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
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