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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
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Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
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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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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
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I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
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In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
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