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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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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
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Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
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