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if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

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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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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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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The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
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I am any man's suitor, If any will be my tutor: Some say this life is pleasant, Some think it speedeth fast, In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. We laugh, we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle me the how and the why?
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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