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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
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Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
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And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.
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In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
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The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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That which we are, we are.
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What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
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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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Though much is taken, much abides and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
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