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Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths.
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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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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Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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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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And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
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Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
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Bible reading is an education in itself.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
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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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The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
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Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
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O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
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Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
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Though much is taken, much abides and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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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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And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
