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A louse in the locks of literature.
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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Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
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So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not
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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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And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.
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...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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He clasps the crag with crooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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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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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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Authority forgets a dying king.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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She has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
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The woods are hush'd, their music is no more The leaf is dead, the yearning past away New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.
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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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