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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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Lady, for indeed I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, I cannot brook to see your beauty marred Through evil spite: and if ye love me not, I cannot bear to dream you so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to be loved again of you - farewell And though ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yourself: ye will not see me more.
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Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
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