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That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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He is all fault who has no fault at all.
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The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
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Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
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Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd To the dancers dancing in tune Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
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Her court was pure, her life serene God gave her peace her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
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