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Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
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 life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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What! I should call on that Infinite Love that has served us so well? Infinite cruelty rather, that made everlasting hell, Made us, foreknew us, foredoom'd us, and does what he will with his own Better our dead brute mother who never has heard us groan.
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Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
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Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.
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What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
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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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Bible reading is an education in itself.
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The thrall in person may be free in soul
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
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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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And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
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And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
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