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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

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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Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
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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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From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
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Woman is the lesser man.
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Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
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Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
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Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
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The noonday quiet holds the hill.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.
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Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
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And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
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