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The many fail: the one succeeds.
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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All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
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Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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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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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
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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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Here at the quiet limit of the world.
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And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
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Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
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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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Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
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The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
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It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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