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Authority forgets a dying king.
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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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
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Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
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Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
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For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.
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The woods are hush'd, their music is no more The leaf is dead, the yearning past away New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peaceSleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feetLie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
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Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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Never, oh! never, nothing will die The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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