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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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 same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
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Come, Time, and teach me many years, I do not suffer in dream For now so strange do these things seem, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
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Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
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if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart one half will flutter here, one there.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
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This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty such as lurks In some wild poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.
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All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
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Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
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All things human change.
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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
