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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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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That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
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The noonday quiet holds the hill.
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What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.
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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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His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
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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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And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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