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That which we are, we are.
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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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
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On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
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O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no 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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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
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There's no glory like those who save their country.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
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