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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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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
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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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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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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
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Virtue must shape itself in deed.
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Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
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We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
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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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What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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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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God made thee good as thou art beautiful.
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We love but while we may And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.
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