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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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Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.
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Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.
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The mighty hopes that make us men.
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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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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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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
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Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.
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Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
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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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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
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the shell must break before the bird can fly.
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And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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