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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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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And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
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Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
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Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
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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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Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
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For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.
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We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
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But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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Red of the Dawn Is it turning a fainter red? so be it, but when shall we lay The ghost of the Brute that is walking and hammering us yet and be free?
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
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Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
