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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
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The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep.
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Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.
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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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Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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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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For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
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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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I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
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