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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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One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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