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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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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O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
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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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Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
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All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
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Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.
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The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, Am I your debtor? And the Lord--Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.
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In the long years liker they must grow The man be more of woman, she of man.
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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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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
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I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
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Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
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Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
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Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
Alfred Lord Tennyson
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
