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We needs must love the highest when we see it.
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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Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand Ring out the darkness of the land Ring in the Christ that is to be.
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The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
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I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?
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And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!
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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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This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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How fares it with the happy dead?
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O last regret, regret can die!
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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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Ah, why Should life all labour be?
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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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