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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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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I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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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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The quiet sense of something lost
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