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The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.
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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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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There twice a day the Severn fills The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
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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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Our little systems have their day They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
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So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight
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All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
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I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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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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A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
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Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.
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