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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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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Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
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A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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The quiet sense of something lost
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the shell must break before the bird can fly.
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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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