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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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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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