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Better not be at all than not be noble.
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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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Nature, red in tooth and claw.
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After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.
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As the husband is, the wife is.
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Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.
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Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.
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We love but while we may And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
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O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
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The woods are hush'd, their music is no more The leaf is dead, the yearning past away New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
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An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
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Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
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