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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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Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
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It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.
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The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.
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I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come.
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There twice a day the Severn fills The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
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Her court was pure, her life serene God gave her peace her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed.
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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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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
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That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
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Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts Or all the same as if he had not been?
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Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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