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His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
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 voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
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Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.
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