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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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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
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Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.
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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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The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
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Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
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I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?
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The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
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All Life needs for life is possible to will.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
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Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.
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A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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