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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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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Man's word is God in man.
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We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame however you take it we men are a little breed.
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For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
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For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
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Life is brief but love is LONG .
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
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Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
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All things human change.
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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
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An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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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 louse in the locks of literature.
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Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
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Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die
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