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With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
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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The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
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Love will conquer at the last.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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The long day wanes the slow moon climbs the deep.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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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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Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moans of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
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The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
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I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
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I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.
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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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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
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Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
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In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand Ring out the darkness of the land Ring in the Christ that is to be.
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Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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