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Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
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Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
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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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And every dew-drop paints a bow.
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
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The noonday quiet holds the hill.
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There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
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Love is hurt with jar and fret Love is made a vague regret.
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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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