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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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The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
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A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
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