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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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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Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
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Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
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She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthly bed My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
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