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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
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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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
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