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Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
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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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse is come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott.
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There twice a day the Severn fills The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why?
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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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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Ah, when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
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O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
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I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all But her thou hast not know for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
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From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
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Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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