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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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 by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
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