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The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
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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Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
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I know that age to age succeeds, Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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A day may sink or save a realm.
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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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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peaceSleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feetLie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
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Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
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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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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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Cast all your cares on God that anchor holds.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.
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The greater man the greater courtesy.
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O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
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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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Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
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