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Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
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 splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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Science grows and Beauty dwindles.
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The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.
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All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
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This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.
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Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
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I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
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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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Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
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So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
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It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.
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Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
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Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
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Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
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And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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