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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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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The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
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Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
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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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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
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I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
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One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
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Love is hurt with jar and fret Love is made a vague regret.
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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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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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By shaping some august decree, Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea.
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