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God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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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All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
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All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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Red of the Dawn Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when shall we lay The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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The year is dying in the night.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
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And every dew-drop paints a bow.
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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
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A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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