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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
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All things human change.
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We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot But Lancelot mused a little space He said, She has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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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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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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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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Love is hurt with jar and fret Love is made a vague regret.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
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A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
How fares it with the happy dead?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
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