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The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
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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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
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Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
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It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.
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Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
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God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
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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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Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
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The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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