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Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

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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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
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There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
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Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
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Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
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Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
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