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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
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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One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
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Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of: Wherefore, let they voice, Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
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Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.
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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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From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
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