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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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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
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The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.
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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
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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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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
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Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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Tho' much is taken, much abides.
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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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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all But her thou hast not know for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
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Love lieth deep Love dwells not in lip-depths.
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
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Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword Evolution here.
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Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
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Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
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