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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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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.
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Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, Though hourly pastured on the salient blood?
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.
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That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
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Nature, red in tooth and claw.
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Man's word is God in man.
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The quiet sense of something lost
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And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
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