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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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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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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year you shall not die.
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A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
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I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
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On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
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Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
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And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.
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Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
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Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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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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But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.
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As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
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Bible reading is an education in itself.
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Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
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The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
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Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
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Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
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The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
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