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God gives us love. Something to love He lends us but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
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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It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts Or all the same as if he had not been?
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
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Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
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Her court was pure, her life serene God gave her peace her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
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But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
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That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
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