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The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
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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Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
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A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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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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Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
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As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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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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Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
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Nature, red in tooth and claw.
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Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
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Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
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Woman is the lesser man.
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