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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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It was my duty to have loved the highest It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.
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I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
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Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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God gives us love! Something to love He lends us but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
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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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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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The noonday quiet holds the hill.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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