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A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
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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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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Love is the only gold.
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And every dew-drop paints a bow.
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Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.
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Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point. ... Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. ... Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep.
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The time draws near the birth of Christ The moon is hid the night is still The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.
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Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
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And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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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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Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
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Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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