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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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Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights She heard the torrents meet.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
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For always roaming with a hungry heart.
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The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
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Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
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Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
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That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
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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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It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.
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