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That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
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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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
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I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
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So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
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I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
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A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
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For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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We needs must love the highest when we see it.
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
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Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.
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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
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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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