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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
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And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.
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And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
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And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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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.
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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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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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Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
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Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.
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Man is the hunter women are the game those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins they love us for it, and we ride them down.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Love is the only gold.
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Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die
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