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The white flower of a blameless life.
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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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
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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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Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
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The greater man the greater courtesy.
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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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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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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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Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.
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Never, oh! never, nothing will die The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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