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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?
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What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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My mind is clouded with a doubt.
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On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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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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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.
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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
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Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.
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But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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