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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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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I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
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I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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