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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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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Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
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Any man that walks the mead In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humors lead, A meaning suited to his mind.
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Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
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The mirror crack'd from side to side The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shalott
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Too much wit makes the world rotten.
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Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
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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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
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For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
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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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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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Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peaceSleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feetLie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
