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I do but sing because I must and pipe but as the linnets sing.
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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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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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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You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.
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So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not
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Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
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Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.
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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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She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room
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And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
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All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear.
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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
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An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
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Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
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All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
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Love will conquer at the last.
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But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
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And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.
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