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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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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Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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The last great Englishman is low.
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No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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