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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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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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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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.
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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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It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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