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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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What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthly bed My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
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Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
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Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
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We love but while we may And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
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Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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